Finally! Here's the next chapter (or at least the second part of the previous chapter)! Thanks to Hellfire000, Natsumo, Kuroi Rin, GenderlessPerson, yuki and Sico1324 for reviewing! :D You guys bring tears to my eyes! *sniff*

Anyways, enjoy!

Tsuna had managed to drag Cannon to the living room with Chrome tagging along, just in case he needed help. But knowing first-hand on how light he was compared to other teenage boys, she doubted that Tsuna needed her help.

As soon as Cannon was placed safely on the sofa, with the reassurances that he wouldn't suddenly get up and start chopping his arm off, Tsuna turned to Chrome. He distantly took in the calm posture she held, giving him the thought that it wasn't her first time here. "Chrome,"

Chrome nodded to indicate that she was listening. "How are you acquainted with Cannon?"

"Through Mukuro-sama." She answered, her worried gaze settled on the sleeping figure. "Bossu, his fever..."

"You're right, his fever comes first!" Tsuna snapped out of his trance and headed upstairs. "Watch him until I come back!"

Tsuna rummaged through the house to find a suitable tub to fill with water, along with some fresh towels, when his thoughts went back to Cannon. Chrome had said she knew him through Mukuro, so did that mean that Cannon was somehow hit by a car as well? Did he lose his organs too? The absence of his hyper intuition proved him wrong. Tsuna shook his head. "It's not like everyone that Mukuro meets would have some sort of horrible fate, would they?"

Pushing the thought away, Tsuna finished up his task and immediately went downstairs. His subconscious thoughts swirling on the connection between Cannon and Sabrina. Would siblings be the right answer? It should be, but Sabrina should also be around if her brother was running a fever... There was no school for her to be absent, maybe a group of friends? Then what would Chrome be doing here with a guy? Tsuna stopped in his strides as he pondered on the new piece of information. "Bossu?"

Tsuna snapped back to reality and was met with Chrome a pace away from him. "Yeah?"

She tilted her head. "Cannon-kun is heading for the kitchen again."

"What?" Tsuna exclaimed, worried on this acting spree. He gave Chrome the tub of water and hurriedly made his way to the kitchen to find that it was true. Before Cannon could pick up the knife, laying on the floor, Tsuna grabbed it first and secured it away in a drawer. "I leave you for five minutes and you start causing trouble, you have a fever, Cannon! It's about time you have some rest!"

His speech had some sort of effect on the dazed teen, since he stopped all movement and swayed. Tsuna caught him in time before he fell, and proceeded to drag him back to the sofa. Heaving a sigh, the brunette managed to place the unconscious teen more securely and began to treat the fever.

Chrome had taken her seat on the loveseat, and watched as Cannon was being taken care of. It was quiet for a time, and for a moment Chrome wondered how long it would take Tsuna to figure out the secret behind Sabrina. As a politicians' daughter, she knew for a fact that not everyone was what they seemed. It was also a fact that Tsuna wasn't at all dumb, or however they put it at school, and he had a full-fledged brain in that skull of his. Her thoughts were cut short when the said teen spoke. "Chrome,"

"Yes, Bossu?" She replied, focusing on the brunette's actions.

"Tell me the truth, was it Cannon that was with you that day?" Chrome resisted the urge to raise a brow, it would ruin her cutesy façade then. Tsuna looked at the female illusionist, and Chrome noted the bits of orange flecks appearing in the usual doe brown eyes.

There was silence as Chrome thought out the answer. She tilted her head slightly, setting her mind in playing this act out a little more. "How did you come to that conclusion, Bossu?"

The flecks were gone and was instead replaced with a flustered look. "Eh, w-well, I-I just..."

Chrome smiled slightly. Definitely her boss. Taking pity on his breakdown, she supplied, innocently. "Was it because of his smell, Bossu?"

"E- Wh-what a-are you saying, Chrome, I-I don't just smell people!" Tsuna flushed. He had to wonder on how the timid girl grow to be so... evil? A slight streak of sadism, maybe?

Chrome giggled. "Why not check with Cannon-kun? He has the right to reveal what he did."

Before Tsuna could question on how he was going to accomplish such a thing, when the front door burst open with a valiant yell. "Juudaime! We have come to help you in curing the American freak!"

"Aha~ that's not nice, Gokudera! Cannon is from America, it won't do if you call him an American freak."

"Shut it baseball freak! I didn't ask for your opinion!"

Tsuna got up from his position and made his way to the door, evident surprise on his features. "Gokudera-kun! Yamamoto! What are you two doing here?"

Yamamoto gave another hearty laugh. "The kid sent us here, saying that you were nursing Cannon back to health!"

Gokudera scowled at his cheerful companion, before turning back to the brunette. Bowing to a perfect right angle. "I'm sorry, Juudaime! I wasn't there from the start!"

Tsuna bit back a sigh as he righted the silver haired teen. "It's alright Gokudera-kun, I didn't expect to be here anyway."

At that moment, the chaos had gotten more chaotic when Lambo made his appearance. "Gyahahahaha~ the great Lambo-san is unbeatable! I followed you without you knowing! The great Lambo-san is an unstoppable spy!"

"Oh? Lambo, you're here too?" Yamamoto blinked.

Gokudera, on the other hand, predictably turned to face the cow child, his dynamite already drawn out. "Ahoshi! You were supposed to stay at Juudaime's house!"

Lambo merely picked his nose in a bored fashion. "Yare, yare, the great Lambo-san doesn't take orders from you, Lambo-san is way too high for you to stop Lambo-san."

Tsuna gave a wry grin at the child's eccentric habits as Yamamoto laughed. "You guys, why not come inside? You too Lambo, you made it this far, might as well come in."

Lambo immediately brightened and ran in, his ego high in the air. The trio at the door also ventured into the house, after closing the door. Upon entering the living room, seeing Lambo jumping on Cannon snapped something in Gokudera. Immediately, his dynamite were drawn out. "Ahoshi! What are you doing to Juudaime's patient? Get off and sit down!"

As expected, Lambo stuck out his tongue and arrogantly answered. "Lambo-san can do anything he wants, Baka-Dera!"

Yamamoto had made it to the sidelines, where Chrome was seated on the loveseat, and gave his usual laugh at the antics that were displayed. "Aw, come on, Gokudera! He's just a kid, I'm sure that Cannon wouldn't mind!"

"Shut it baseball freak! The American freak is Juudaime's patient and it won't be tolerated if someone was to worsen his state!" The said teen yelled, somehow being irked at the act the cow child was doing and proceeded to throw the dynamites at the said cow child. Much to Tsuna's horror.

Miraculously it didn't give off so much damage, other than leaving behind a tattered Lambo, Cannon, and a sofa. However it didn't stop Lambo from having one of his infamous tantrums that involved the bazooka. What greeted them next was a puff of pink smoke.

A couple of coughs were emitted and voices could be heard. "You know, no matter how many times I get hit with that bazooka of yours, I just can't seem to get the hang of it."

"Yare, yare, that's because I'm a natural." The smoke cleared leaving two men in suits. One was obviously adult Lambo, and the other one had the distinct air of familiarity. Lambo grinned when he saw the group gathered. "It's been a while young Vongola."

Tsuna gave a wry smile in turn. He was growing worried at the absence of Cannon, the teen was still running a fever for pete's sake! The other male looked around and spotted the tattered sofa along with the blackened wall. "Okay,"

He turned to the group, pointing to the area of destruction. "Who did this?"

Surprisingly Chrome answered, her act of innocence quadrupled as she quietly replied. "The bomb man did."

The man's gaze settled on the silver haired teen. After a minute of silence he raised his brow, keeping his tone even. "You better find a replacement for this sofa, it was a fortune. I wouldn't be happy for one thing."

Gokudera scowled. "And just who are you to order me around?"

Another sliver of silence filled the room, and the man turned to Lambo, with a deadpan. "Do I look that different?"

Lambo, in turn, grinned. "You sure have changed, that's for sure."

"That is not a valid reason for me to be mistaken as a stranger." The man stated, exasperation tinging his voice. He looked down at his watch and muttered something under his breath. There was only a minute left before their time was up. Striding over to the brunette he bent down and placed a kiss on the latter's lips. He broke away, licking his lips slightly, and ignored the raged rant that Gokudera, who was now held back by Yamamoto, was having. Instead he smirked down on Tsuna's shocked face. "That's for what you did to me, Ciao."

Lambo's muffled laughs were the only thing they heard when the pink smoke appeared. Cannon had reappeared and nearly fell on top of Tsuna, if the latter hadn't caught him in time. He dragged him over to the sofa. He wasn't expecting it when the unconscious teen took hold of his shirt. And somehow he ended up being a lap pillow for him.

Gokudera was having a rage quit over what had transpired, to notice the identity of the perpetrator who stole a kiss from his beloved Juudaime. Yamamoto let out an awkward laugh, scratching his cheek. Lambo was on Chromes lap, as the female illusionist looked at the picture she was given, a group photo of the ten years later Kokuyo Gang, including Cannon and Fran, with a pink heart encircling Mukuro's face. The writing scrawled on the back held the message 'Do your best!' with words of encouragement from various people. She held onto the picture, smiling slightly.

Tsuna, who had become an involuntary lap pillow, stared down at the unconscious teen. Everything was slowly piecing together. Cannon was indeed Sabrina, the soft lips of his ten years later self was the only indication of them being the same person and the fact that they were the only two, other than Chrome, who knew of the event, though why he was wearing clothing meant to be for girls, he had no idea. The fact that he had kissed Cannon, while under the guise of Sabrina, sunk in. He felt his cheeks color slightly. The beginnings of a migraine was evident and he sighed. Maybe he should ask Cannon when he was better. The thought of the fever brought him back to reality as he placed his hand on Cannon's forehead. "Warm, but he'll be fine."

Cannon merely stirred and turned his head to face the brunette's stomach.

I remember the touch of a gentle hand, but it could merely be my imagination (I was after all in a fever induced state).

Later I had woken up to be greeted with the sight of a dark room (it was around eleven at night, so that was acceptable) and the smell of gunpowder hit my nose. Getting up I noticed that I was downstairs on the sofa, which was tattered beyond repair (I could already tell who did it, it wasn't hard at all). Chrome had been sleeping on the loveseat, but I didn't see Mukuro or the others (I brushed the fact off with them sleeping upstairs). Nothing else seemed to be out of the ordinary, so I laid back and let sleep take over me (I was tired and I just wanted to sleep).

P.S. I should hunt Hayato for the replacement, the sofa stinks of gunpowder...