Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn

A/N: Thanks for the Reviews!

"Talking"

'Thought'

Most Wanted

Chapter 8

Tsuna blinked when he saw a cheerful looking Yamamoto and an annoyed looking Gokudera waiting by the gate to his house. "What are you guys doing here?"

Laughing, Yamamoto ruffled Tsuna's hair in an affectionate manner. "Escorting our boss to school." He said teasingly.

"I'm escorting the boss, baseball idiot. You'd just get in the way." Gokudera snapped.

"Ma, ma, Gokudera, you can't do it all by yourself."

"Shut up! As the Tenth's right hand man, I will give my life to protect his." Gokudera declared.

Tsuna blinked in surprise at his friends. Were they really arguing over his protection? It's not like they've been any attempts on his life….and since when did he have a right hand man? He didn't even want to be a boss!

"Guys, stop arguing. We have to go or we'll be late." Tsuna said, and proceeded to drag his friends to school by the back of their shirts.

*K.H.R*

"My name is I-pin. I am from China. Please take care of me." A cute Chinese girl with long black hair tied into two braids and bright, kind eyes said before giving a small bow.

The handsome boy next to her only had one eye open as if he was tired or lazy. His hands were shoved in his pockets in a lazy manner. "I'm Lambo from Italy."

Taking one look at them, Tsuna proceeded to drop his head to his desk. He had to throw his hand over his mouth to stifle his groan. Lambo was a Mafioso from the Bovino Famiglia, though they didn't get along well and I-pin was a well-known assassin. Why the hell were they here?

He would have blamed Reborn for it, but this was the Bovino Famiglia and an assassin. Reborn was famous, but he wasn't God. He can't control their actions, and besides, he had nothing to gain from this.

Lambo's eyes scanned the class until they landed on the spiky hair lying on the desk and he broke into a smile. "Tuna!"

Tsuna's eye twitched violently as he lifted his head from the desk to glare at Lambo. "Don't call me that, Lambo."

I-pin looked confused, as did all the students and teacher, but after a moment she seemed to understand as she smiled. Instead of commenting though, she turned to the teacher. "Sensei, our seats?" She asked.

It felt like classes flew by for Tsuna. That was normal now that Reborn was here. It seemed the hitman found an enjoyable game to play to help pass the time. It included objects and his hands. He used his hands to chuck stuff at the back of his head when he wasn't paying attention to the lesson, which was hard to do with all these Mafiosos around!

The students and teachers were quickly learning to ignore this, unless it was Gokudera, Yamamoto, Lambo, I-pin, and Tsuna himself. So basically, the underground world people. Yamamoto would laugh sometimes and other times found himself target to objects. Gokudera wanted to throw bombs at Reborn for attacking his dear boss, but Tsuna forbid it so he settled for glaring and got hit with objects in return for not paying attention to the lesson. Lambo and I-pin were simply curious. The former couldn't help but laugh at their predicament, until a certain hitman hit him.

Tsuna banged his head into his desk when he heard Lambo muttering about killing Reborn later. Lambo wasn't weak, but there was no way in hell he could beat Reborn. Reborn was a monster.

He thought classes were horrible before as No-good.

Now they were hell.

*K.H.R*

"Why are you here?" Tsuna asked the moment he was on the roof with his Mafia buddies.

"I told you I was coming." Lambo said.

"But why? Are things not going well in the Bovino Famiglia?" Tsuna asked.

Lambo gave an indifferent shrug. "Same old, same old."

"Which means the Famiglia had enough of him and shipped him off to school here," I-pin explained, giving the young heir a smile.

"And you would be?" Tsuna asked politely.

"Oh, sorry, Tsuna. I am Lambo's friend and sometimes work as an assassin, I-pin. I decided to come to Japan with Lambo. He has told me much about you. I am honored to make your acquaintance." I-pin bowed to him.

Tsuna drew his brows together in confusion. "I-pin, Lambo, you came here together. Where have you been? I thought you would have turned up at my house the minute you arrived since you are staying there."

"It was really late when we arrived and I did not wish to wake you so we stayed in a hotel last night." I-pin told him politely.

Lambo shrugged when Tsuna raised a brow at him. "I told her you wouldn't mind, but she was worried you'd be upset and we had the money for a hotel, even though I did warn you before I was returning."

"Ah, geez," Tsuna mumbled, rubbing the back of his head as he cast the young assassin a glance. "As long as she doesn't try to kill me, she can stay at my house as well."

"Thank you very much, Tsuna-san," I-pin replied with a smile.

At this point, Gokudera stepped forward with a confused look at his friend. "You have connections with the Mafia? I was told you knew nothing about the underground world."

Tsuna shrugged. "Lambo is a friend I met when I was eight. He was a bit of a brat when I met him."

"Until you decided to straighten me out." Lambo interrupted. "Which makes it sound like I was an addict."

"To sugar maybe, but nothing else." Tsuna mumbled, pulling absently at his hair as he thought about all that sticky sugar Lambo got stuck in his hair a few years ago as he turned back to Gokudera. "Lambo annoyed his Famiglia so much that they sent him here with some poor excuse of finding someone called Erebus, even though no one has the faintest idea of where to begin searching for him in the world. I ran into him in the middle of a storm when I was rushing home. Even though he was being bratty, I couldn't just let him wander around in a storm since it was obvious he was lost. I took him back to my house. My mom loved having another kid around that she allowed him to stay at our house the entire time he stayed in Japan. So now he is allowed to stay at my house whenever he comes to visit."

"Though, I believe I will be living here for a while, my little brother." Lambo said with a smile at the younger boy.

Tsuna scowled. "Why am I the youngest?"

Nothing else could be said as there was suddenly a ringing sound that cut off all conversation. All of the eyes of the kids turned to Reborn, who was acting as a silent observer nearby. He turned his back to them as he pulled his phone out and answered it.

*Reborn's p.o.v*

"What is it?"

"The Vongola has been hacked by, we believe, Erebus."

Reborn scowled. As much help as Erebus was, no one could trust him. Without knowing his face, they weren't able to tell anything about him. For all they knew, he could secretly be working for another Famiglia and using his skills to hack into their networks for information. The more he hacked, the more worried families got that he was stealing information for another Famiglia. "How do you know? He never leaves a trace."

"That is what is strange. He seemed to be in a hurry or something else was wrong because he left a small trail behind. It was strange. It wasn't up to his usual standards if he left a trail behind."

"What information do you have on it?"

"He hacked late Friday evening at midnight and got out at one. The small trail he left leads to Japan, but that is all we got. We are trying to see if we can trace it farther, but we are not having much luck."

"At least we now have an idea of where to find him."

"A small idea. There a lot of people in Japan so it will still be hard to find him."

*K.H.R*

Whatever Reborn was talking about with that person on the phone, it didn't seem good from the one sided conversation he heard. It felt extremely bad when he felt a shiver run down his spine, though he had no idea as to why. His biggest secret was Erebus, and there was no way in hell that it had anything to do with that. He was so skilled that he never left a trail behind so no one could possibly know when he hacked them.

Yet, why did he suddenly feel so nervous?

*K.H.R*

Oh, this was hell. If he thought class was bad, actually getting to the training part of Reborn being his tutor was worse. He wanted to go back to the days before Reborn started training him. The hitman had waited until today to start to work on training him because he was working on discovering just why the young heir did not seem like he was supposed to be. A martial artist and an expert in knives, he was, but he never expected this kind of training. Now he understood why Reborn was known as the Spartan Tutor.

Because who else would make him run around the city with weights on his ankles and wrists? Weights that made it hard enough to walk, let alone run, yet that damn hitman was making him run at a constant speed and if his speed dropped or rose, he would shoot at him! Seriously, what the hell? All he wanted to do was go back home and catch up with Lambo, talk with I-pin, and do his homework. But noooo, he just had to get a tutor from hell sent to him by Vongola Nono. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought that Vongola Nono was trying to kill him.

"Re…born?" Tsuna said slowly, as he was huffing a lot from running around the town, which he has been doing for three hours already. "W-what…is….t-t-the….*breath heavily* p-point of this?"

The hitman smirked as he continued to jog behind his student. It was easier for him since he was trained for this type of torture and he wasn't wearing any weights like the teenager. "I thought it would be obvious." He said. The smirk was evidently heard in his voice.

"Oh?" Tsuna retorted, but without his usual fire because he was so tired. "I-is it….be-because…you're….the D-de-devil?"

His cheek, no matter how little fire it had, was rewarded with more bullets being fired at him. Yelping, Tsuna, by instinct, went to jump into the air to dodge the bullets…..but he forgot about the weights weighing him down.

The weights caused him to barely be able to jump about a quarter of his usual jump. They brought him crashing back to Earth a moment later. And he literary meant crashing.

A small groan escaped his lips as he laid face down on the ground with his hellish tutor standing over him with a smirk as he put his gun away. "It seems that I have some work to do if you can't even jump to your fullest and keep your balance with those weights on."

Tsuna turned his head to the side to glare at him, panting slightly with a really red face. "And why must I train with these damn weights on?"

Reborn raised a brow. "I might have to retract my earlier statement about Dame-Tsuna not fitting you if you cannot figure that answer out by yourself."

Scowling, Tsuna pushed himself up so he could sit up with his hands behind him so he could lean back to look up at his tutor. "Contrary to what you may believe, I am not a hidden genius with an IQ of 200. There are things even I do not know. Training is not something I'm an expert in, even if I am a martial artist. I know the basics."

The hitman sighed. "Stamina and strength. Running with weights will help build up your stamina so you can last longer in a fight while at the same time making you stronger. If you are able to jump at your highest with those weights on, it means when you take the weights off, your body will feel lighter and you can jump higher. The constant speed I had you running at was to help you with control. Understand, Dame-Tsuna?"

"Makes sense," Tsuna grumbled, massaging his wrist, or was trying to. The stupid weights were in the way. "But three hours for the first time? I swear, I think you try to kill your students, not help them."

"Stop your pathetic whining." Reborn ordered, staring down at his student with dark eyes. "I find it suspicious that you know Lambo."

Tsuna froze in his massage, but forced himself to calm down. This was Reborn. He could see even the smallest of changes in a person's attitude. He had to stay calm and not act any differently. "You heard what I said at school. I found him in a storm."

Frowning, the hitman turned to leave. "You have a lot of secrets, Tsuna," He looked at the boy still on the ground out of the corner of his eyes. "And as your tutor, I don't like that. I will find them out. It is only a matter of time."

"I know," Tsuna said. And he did because having his tutor live in his house, and with his tutor being Reborn, it was impossible to keep secrets like his. "But it's not like I'm the only one with secrets."

Choosing not to reply, Reborn began to walk the path that led back to Tsuna's house. Seeing the direction he was heading, Tsuna forced his weary body off the ground and followed him more slowly as his body felt heavy and sore. All he wanted to do was get home and pass out on his bed, but knew that wasn't a possibility with all the homework he had waiting for him.

*K.H.R*

"Tired, young Vongola?"

Tsuna lifted his head from his pillow where he was trying to suffocate himself to look at the two teenagers sitting on the floor around his table in his room with tea in front of them. He scowled at the chuckling boy before going back to his suffocating.

"This is what happens when Reborn is your tutor." Lambo commented.

"Not helpful," Tsuna grumbled, rolling his shoulders a little to get the sore stiffness out of them. "I've never just ran like that, and the first time I do, he puts weights on me. Damn him."

"Are you really surprised? You knew he was going to come tutor you at some point." Lambo pointed out.

Shifting into a more comfortable position so he could look at Lambo, Tsuna sighed. "I knew after I met him then, but I had no idea of just how bad his training was."

"Met him?" I-pin asked confused.

Lambo smirked. "Yes, I have this really cool item that–"

Tsuna shot up into a sitting position, and ignoring the pain shooting through his body, interrupted, "Have? You still have it after all these years? What the hell is your Famiglia thinking allowing you to keep it?"

"What is it?" I-pin asked curiously, looking between the smugly amused Lambo to the pale Tsuna.

"It's the," Lambo paused as he pulled out a flashing purple gun, which he pointed at Tsuna who was frantically shaking his hands in front of him as his way of saying "don't shoot" or "point it somewhere else," and a box of pink spiky bullets. "Ten Year Pistol!"[1] He lowered the gun as he turned to I-pin. "In actuality, it started as a bazooka, but it got compacted into something smaller as the mechanics tinkered with it. The bazooka only last for five minutes, but the gun can last from five minutes to twenty-four hours. It depends on the setting that you turn the gun to."

I-pin smiled. "I'm still a little confused. What exactly is the Ten Year Pistol?"

Tsuna sighed. "It's an annoying device that switches your current self with yourself ten years later. So say you were hit by it right now, I-pin. If it was functioning properly, because they are many times when that thing gets ruined by Lambo or a mechanic that is trying to improve it, you would go exactly ten years into the future and land on this date while you ten year old self would appear before us. You will appear where your future self was currently at."

"That actually sounds interesting. I think it would be fun to see the future, so why does Tsuna-san find it annoying?" I-pin asked curiously.

Lambo chuckled while Tsuna shuddered. "I accidentally hit him with one of the bullets. I guess the future scarred him."

"I wouldn't say scarred," Tsuna grumbled, but there was a slight twitch in his eye. "And you threw that stupid bullet at me on purpose. It was no accident."

*Flashback- Tsuna-9 yrs old*

Tsuna stared at the box that Lambo was holding out to him to look at. Hesitantly, he picked up one of the spiky pink balls. "Uh…Lambo, are you sure these are bullets? I've never seen a bullet like this."

"Of course I'm sure. They are special bullets. Haven't you ever heard or seen the special bullets that have been created by mechanics that are involved in the Mafia?" The ten year old Lambo asked as he walked to the other side of the kitchen with the box. Since Nana, Tsuna's mama, was out shopping, they had free range to talk freely in the house at the moment.

"Well, how does this gun work?" Tsuna asked interested. Getting a chance to see ten years later without aging would be an intriguing idea.

"You load the gun with the special bullets and fire," Lambo said blandly. "Or, though I am not sure if it would work, you could do this." Then he threw the spiky pink ball he was holding at Tsuna.

Since the distant from one side of the table to the other was so small, Tsuna didn't have enough time to process that his insane, childish acquaintance had thrown the bullet at him until he was hit by it and engulfed in pink smoke.

Blinking a few times, Tsuna waited for the pink smoke to disperse so he could kill Lambo for throwing that stupid thing at him. What was with all the smoke anyway? Was this part of that stupid bullet? That would make sense since the bullet was pink, but where the hell did the smoke even come from? That bullet couldn't have exploded with it just hitting him. Argh, so many questions, yet no answers. Better watch out Lambo.

But when that smoke finally did disappear, the young boy was surprised to find himself no longer in the kitchen of his house. Instead of that small kitchen with the homey feeling, he was in a huge dining room with people sitting at a huge dining table, him being one of those people. He was sitting at the end of the table while an old man sat opposite him at the head of the table.

"What?" Tsuna mumbled, glancing at the spiky pink ball that he had clutched in his hand. "Lambo, you are so dead."

"Eh? What did I do?" A somewhat deeper, but slightly familiar voice asked.

Tsuna looked towards the voice to see a boy that looked just like Lambo. The only differences between Lambo and this person was that this guy was taller, had a sharper face that comes with maturing, and darker eyes that showed he has seen much in the past few years. They were the eyes of a grown up, filled with pain and sadness, but also happiness and pride.

"…Lambo?" Tsuna asked uncertainly.

The older boy nodded with a smirk. "Hello, Tuna. It's been a while since I've seen you this young."

Tsuna's eye twitched violently. "What the hell did you just call me, you damn cow freak?" He shouted angrily. As if to relieve his frustration, his hand came slamming onto the polished table in front of him.

"Now, that is not very nice, Tsuna."

Blinking, Tsuna looked towards the unfamiliar deep voice to be faced with a tall man wearing a fedora hat and an expensive suit. The hat kept his eyes hidden from his view. "Who the hell are you?"

"Nineteen," The man muttered, seemingly ignoring Tsuna. "Which means you are only nine, but from what I have learned from you, you already know of the Mafia world so this shouldn't pose a problem."

At the word Mafia, Tsuna stiffened and turned his attention to the rest of the people at the table. Each and every one of them was wearing a clean, crisp suit and looked slightly intimidating. Another trait among them was that each had a hidden weapon on him, though he could only spot the weapons on a few of them. 'Damn it, damn it, just what the hell was his future self doing?'

"Oh, as for your question, I am Reborn, also known as your home tutor." The fedora hat wearing man added.

"Tutor? And why would I…" Tsuna paused as he finally registered the name and turned to look at the man with a frown. "…Reborn? That crazy, psychopath, sadistic hitman who is also known to be the best home tutor, but considered to be a Spartan tutor from hell that should actually be renamed as a demon and not a human by his students? That Reborn?"

Dead silence filled the dining hall as every single person in the room looked from Tsuna, who wasn't registering their glances since he was favoring staring at Reborn in slight horror, and Reborn, whose killing intent was rather high at the moment, though it was hard to tell because he was smiling calmly. Only those who could sense killer intent knew it was there. The others had to rely on the fact that there was suddenly a gun in Reborn's hand, which was pointed at a child's head.

"What was that, Dame-Tsuna?" Reborn asked in a calm voice. It was so calm that it actually sounded threateningly and caused a shiver to run down Tsuna's spine. Maybe he should have kept his mouth shut.

Tsuna leaned back in his chair, eyes locked on that gun in Reborn's hand. He had two choices. He could repeat what he said or say that he didn't say anything, which would be stupid since he did speak loudly. So loud that everyone in the room heard. With that the case, he could wait for the five minutes to pass and let his future self deal with this, but he wasn't sure as to how long he would be here. Since Lambo threw the bullet at him, would he only be here for five minutes or would the bullet immediately react to the time setting that was on the pistol beforehand?

"I am waiting," Reborn hissed.

Hiding a wince at the tone, Tsuna raised his eyes to the eyes of the murderous hitman. "You heard me so I shouldn't have to repeat myself."

"Tsuna, stop. You are digging your grave." A voice hissed at him, and though he thought it sounded familiar, he ignored it. He found it to be in his favor to turn his attention back to the gun. The hand holding the gun had become tensed. It seemed there was going to be a gunshot soon. Seeing that, Tsuna gripped the armrest of the chair he was in with his free hand.

"You should really learn some respect," Reborn hissed.

BANG!

Just as the gun was fired, Tsuna kicked his feet, which he had brought up in preparation, against the table to knock his chair to the ground. As it was falling, he let go of the armrest and flipped himself off the chair before it hit the ground. At the same time that his hand opened to his palm on the armrest, a hidden knife came out so that when he was in the air, he was throwing it at Reborn. Though, since he only just recently training to use knives, his aim was a bit off. It was difficult enough for him to use them on solid ground, but to use them while moving or in the air was even worse. Still, he got close to his target, yet Reborn didn't even have to dodge to escape the knife. Even though they all knew that, the hitman still caught the knife between two fingers.

"I knew you used knives, but I had no idea you started using them at such a young age." Reborn commented.

"Hmph, figured I needed a weapon to help against the yakuza."

"Hn, I forgot that those herbivores attacked you on a weekly basis when we were kids."

Looking towards the voice, Tsuna blinked at the familiar looking face. It hasn't changed much. "Oh! You're that carnivore guy from the fire escape that helped me! What are you doing here?"

"I would have thought, with your connections to the underground world, that you would know by now to never take your eyes from an opponent, Dame-Tsuna."

Withholding the urge to shout, Tsuna jumped to the side to avoid his knife coming back at him from the hands of his opponent. That was the downside to knives. They could be used against him after he throws them.

Luckily for Tsuna, unlikely for his future self, he was suddenly engulfed in pink smoke, heading back to his time. It seemed he would survive a trip to the future this time.

When the smoke disappeared, he found himself back in his kitchen in the past with a disappointed Lambo. "Argh, why'd you have to return so soon? Your future self was really interesting to talk to."

"LAMBO!" An enraged Tsuna yelled, intent on killing his friend.

*End Flashback*

"I wasn't going to kill you." Tsuna grumbled.

"Yes, you were." Lambo argued.

"No, I'm mercifully." Tsuna retorted.

"A trait most unbecoming of a Mafia boss."

Tsuna groaned and turned to his bedroom door where Reborn was standing. "Ever heard of privacy?"

"My students have no privacy." Reborn replied. "Thanks for the bit of information."

Muttering furiously under his breathe about making such a foolish mistake, Tsuna went back to trying to suffocate himself with a pillow.

A/N: [1] I know it was originally the ten year bazooka, but I wanted Lambo to carry it around, and without his magical afro, it didn't seem possible so I made it into something smaller.

Please Review!