"Get a summer job she said. Enjoy your youth in a tropical paradise while earning some money..." grumbled a sixteen year old with a Japanese accent. He was moping floors and doing general work as a janitor.

Admittedly, working at Jurassic World was pretty amazing. He got free drinks, his English had improved exponentially (on top of a few other languages he was quickly getting the hang of) and he was earning a steady pay. It also meant he got up close and personal with some of the attractions, at least the smaller ones like the baby triceratops.

He was just finishing up when one of the senior janitors came up to him.

"Hey Tsuna! How would you like to earn a little extra until your summer is up?"

"What's the catch?"

"It's the Raptor Pen. Another guy quit, so there's an opening. All you have to do is some minor work around the pen and that's it."

Tsuna had heard things of that pen, and how a lot of the rookies tended to jump ship or demand different jobs after a month because the raptors scared them.

He sighed.

"How much more?"

He still needed money for the plane ticket home, and his mother didn't have enough to pay for it.

"Last a week, and it gets doubled. Mostly because you're a temp anyway."

"Fine. When do they want me to start?"

"I can introduce you to Owen after lunch."

Owen was a nice guy, and a bit dubious about having a temp do the job. Mostly because Tsuna looked (and occasionally acted) like a skittish kitten, which wasn't a good idea around raptors.

Blue was staring at him again. Tsuna stared right back through the bars, not turning his eyes away for a second. These were intelligent, deadly predators and if they thought he was weak enough to look away for a second they'd never respect him or leave him alone.

Charlie and Delta soon joined in on the staring contest. Tsuna didn't flinch, nor did he turn away when Owen walked up behind him.

"What are you doing?"

"Proving to them I'm not prey," said Tsuna, trying desperately not to blink.

Owen looked at his girls, then at the kid. Who was actually holding his own in a battle of wills against the raptors and not flinching. The kid had more of a spine than he thought.

Suddenly Blue blinked, and with her Charlie and Delta backed off. Blue made a sort of warble that wasn't approval, but definitely not the sound she made around prey animals.

"Nice job kid. You impressed them," said Owen, patting his shoulder.

"I like animals, and I see no reason not to give raptors the proper respect they deserve. That, and hopefully it'll give them reason not to maul me if I ever fall in," said Tsuna.

"Smart kid."

Tsuna ducked his head in embarrassment. It was nice to be praised, rather than ridiculed.

"So what exactly do you use to communicate with them anyway?"

"One of those clicker toys, mostly. And that a lot of body language," said Owen. He was more than happy to share it with someone who was genuinely interested.

As the days went by, Tsuna adjusted to his new schedule. Unlike most of the rookies his age, he didn't balk at the fact that he was being 'tested' by the raptors every now and again.

He would find himself in staring contests at least every other day, and he never backed down once. It seemed to earn him some respect from the four raptors.

"The pig is loose!" shouted one of the other workers.

Tsuna tried to retract the 'leash' meant to capture the pig from above, but the thing barreled into the noose and yanked him down. Owen cried in alarm, and noticed Tsuna immediately did a duck and roll, coming up face to face with four raptors ready to attack at the first hint of weakness.

He was on the wrong side of the doors, and trying to make a run for it would only get him killed. A strange sort of calm settled over him, like he was seeing everything through a filter and his mind felt nothing but peace.

He kept all four of the raptors in view, never breaking eye contact once. He remembered vividly the way Owen would describe how he communicated with his girls, and how body language was very important.

He didn't have a clicker, but he could whistle. And he liked listening to the raptors "talk" to each other, and trying to figure out what they were saying.

He vaguely noted Owen was trying to keep him calm, but he didn't hear his voice. Instead he tried something that might be a bad idea, but then he didn't have many options.

He clicked his tongue, much like the toy Owen used.

Blue stared him down, almost in challenge. He was not their alpha, and he knew that as well as she did. She made a series of barks and chirps. He responded with a few whistled notes and several clicks, all while steadily edging towards the doors.

Echo barked, and almost made a pass at him. He shot a glare at her, and heard Blue chirp in warning.

"Easy Tsuna. You're almost to the door," said Owen in a low voice, to avoid breaking his concentration.

The second he was past that boundary line between the real world and their pen, the trance was broken...and amazingly, the raptors lost all interest in him. They took off to other parts of the pen.

"That was ballsy kid. Seriously ballsy," said Owen. His voice was shaky, because he was openly terrified he was about to watch a kid he had quickly grown to like get mauled by the raptors.

"I... I just remembered what you told me," said Tsuna embarrassed.

"Oh I'm not complaining. You managed to walk backward through half that pen without once breaking eye contact and convinced Blue not to attack you. That took serious guts!" said Owen, openly impressed now that the kid was safe.

"Well it's not like they haven't been challenging me for weeks now."

"Is he alright?"

"I'm fine. Not even a scratch on me," Tsuna assured the man.

"So it can be replicated."

Vic Hoskins was someone Tsuna had developed an intense dislike of, for many reasons. The main one being that he saw the dinosaurs as weapons he could use to hurt others, instead of living creatures with actual feelings.

Tsuna gave him a stare down, and felt a great deal of satisfaction seeing the older man back off.

The man was a fake carnivore attempting to make himself look real by throwing his weight around and failing abysmally at it to boot.

Owen did his own stare down, but Hoskins was able to match him glare for glare.

"Only because Tsuna here kept getting into staring contests with the girls since his first day working at the pen, and because he remembered what I said about how I trained them. Didn't think they'd respond so well to whistling though."

"Raptors are more like birds than lizards, and a lot of bird calls can be replicated with whistling. And if you notice it often sounds like they're chirping at each other the way birds do too," said Tsuna.

"So how much longer until you have to return to school?" asked Owen.

"Actually I was supposed to be there last week. Fortunately I can skive off another month before I get into trouble for it. Not like the teachers I have will notice I'm missing."

Hibari would, but he might be able to bribe the violent teen with pictures of all four raptors. Apex carnivores and all that, ones that hadn't been seen by the public.

"Really?" said Owen dubiously.

"I cited problems getting the cash for the plane ticket home, as well as visa issues," shrugged Tsuna. All technically true.

"Well kid, I hope you the best of luck when you do go home. You're one of the best people we've had around the girls in a while, and they openly respect you almost as much as me."

"Think they'd hire me out of high school?" asked Tsuna.

"After that stunt? I wouldn't be shocked if they gave you a sign on bonus. Having someone else who can calm the girls down would be a major asset," said Owen seriously.

Tsuna looked at the paycheck in his hand, and then at the computer. He could go home with this money and return to a life where he was belittled, harassed and generally looked down upon by the entire town...or he could stick around and sign up for online high school. Even Hibari wouldn't come after him if he transferred out.

Who was he kidding? He liked the park a hell of a lot more than he did home and there was no way he was losing the progress he had made with Blue and the others.

How many people outside of Owen could say they had come face to face with a raptor and weren't attacked on sight?

Tsuna started filling out the application for the online school...and the papers to indicate he was transferring out of Namimori High. A few days later both went through, and he was officially free from his personal hell.

He just didn't expect the side effects of becoming a full time employee to turn out like this.

"So... you want me to raise an egg?" he said confused.

"You've displayed an uncanny amount of ability in handling large predators. The fact you can go into the raptor cage when one is loose is enough for me," said Mr. Masrani.

"What sort of animal is this?" asked Tsuna, looking inside the incubator.

"It's a special case," he replied, without saying what it was.

"...Do you want me to try and train both, or just one of them?" asked Tsuna.

"Both would be preferable, but if you can get one of them to listen the same way the raptors do, it would be considered a success. Your pay will be increased substantially, of course. And your security clearance will only be upgraded for this area and the raptor pen, within limits. If you need help, feel free to ask Mr. Grady for advice."

"Why do I have the feeling you mixed raptor DNA with something else?" asked Tsuna to no one in particular. He found it rather telling Mr. Masrani didn't try to deny it.

Still, it wasn't like the dinosaurs were dangerous until they were much bigger, and he could use the money.

In the end, Tsuna was now considered the "hybrid babysitter/trainer". At least he wouldn't be completely bored.

A few months later...

Tsuna was in the egg room again. It annoyed Henry Wu and Hoskins to no end that he visited so often. In their minds, the Indominus Rex (he finally had a name for the new hybrids) was not a normal dinosaur and thus didn't have the same instincts as the others. Since they didn't want anyone to know about the new "asset" as Claire kept calling them that wasn't high enough to know what they were, the two "geniuses" decided it was a brilliant idea to keep them isolated.

Considering what Owen told him about how raptors and pretty much every other dinosaur raised their eggs, he couldn't help but think keeping them away from the others was a horrible idea. After all, even human mothers talked to their children long before they actually came out. They might not remember the words, but the feeling was still imprinted on the infants.

So Tsuna made it his self-imposed duty to visit every chance he had during his free time, and he would make a point to talk to the eggs, or sometimes hum songs for them.

He found it ironic that for some reason he kept humming the school song to Namimori Middle...that or he kept imagining the unhatched babies as little "demon prefects" about to bite him to death if he did something wrong.

Considering what they were made of, that was probably a better mindset than the ones that Hoskins and Wu had.

He almost stopped humming when he noticed one of the eggs starting to move. Then he thought the better of it, and started singing softly to the baby inside, to encourage it to come out.

For some reason, the first opening song to "Attack on Titan" came to mind and he gently sang the lyrics to it. It seemed rather fitting, in an ironic way.

The egg paused, before it began to shake even more. Suddenly, a crack formed and a piece of the shell fell out.

A single blood red eye latched on to Tsuna, and unknown to the teenager his eyes began to glow a warm amber orange the color of twilight as he kept singing. Within moments the first egg broke apart, revealing the newly born infant.

It warbled curiously, following his every moment.

Tsuna kept the image of a cranky Hibari-sempai in mind as he clicked right back at it, using the same 'sounds' that had kept him from being mauled by raptors almost a year ago. He respected the predator before him, but he sure as hell wasn't about to let it treat him like prey.

He kept eye contact with the infant, even as the other egg began to hatch. Slowly, surely, he moved in a calm way so that he could come within eye contact with the other infant.

He never let the first one out of his sight, even as the second infant broke through and made eye contact with him. The second seemed gentler, far less bloodthirsty than the first.

"Hello little ones. I'm Tsuna," he said gently in Japanese.

Considering he knew for a fact Wu and Hoskins didn't speak the langauge this would be a great way to piss both off while still training the little ones to not turn him into prey. Besides, his English was barely passable to begin with.

The second infant trilled at him and Tsuna smiled. He gently reached out, and removed the eggshell on it's head. The two infants followed his every move intently.

He didn't know why, but the older sister gave him a bad vibe.

He reached out to the little ones, and kept crooning at them. He started stroking the younger one first, to show the first one he meant no harm. The moment the little one started almost purring as he stroked it's skin, the older one imperiously demanded the same treatment.

Tsuna chuckled, and began petting them both.

However he never forgot that he was dealing with creatures that were far more like scaly versions of Hibari. They were alpha predators, and had to be treated with the same respect most people gave the demon prefect in a foul mood. If he slipped up, he would almost certainly be eaten...if only by the oldest one.

He didn't notice he fell asleep with the two little ones curled up against him...or that his eyes were still a warm orange color that seemed to seep into the two newly born infants.

It was to this scene that Wu and Mr. Masrani walked into the next morning.

Tsuna avidly watched his little 'sisters' as he began to think of them. He had noticed with some interest that the two were displaying a sort of intelligence that not even the raptor infants had at the same age, and they were barely a week old.

It unnerved Masrani how quickly they were displaying that sort of intelligence. At least with the raptors it took a few weeks before they started showing that level of observation.

Hone-On'na (the oldest, which meant "Bone Woman") and Yuki-On'na (the youngest, and it meant "Snow Woman"), eagerly lapped up the attention Tsuna gave them. He still found it annoying everyone kept mispronouncing Hone-On'na and calling her "Honey" for some reason. At least it was more original than what Owen named the raptor sisters! Blue, Charlie, Delta and Echo were horrible names to give females!

At least Owen tried to call the older sister by her proper name. He mostly just called her 'Hon', instead though. He found the names Tsuna gave them a little amusing, since he was basing them off of Japanese mythology...and by their coloring. Hone was bone white and a bit more vicious than Yuki, who was more snow colored.

Owen was invaluable in helping Tsuna figure out how to train his new charges though. The sisters treated everyone outside of the teen as prey, especially Henry Wu.

He already had some vicious bite marks on his hand from mishandling them.

Tsuna grinned and pulled out a rope toy. While he treated the sisters like miniature Hibari, he noticed very quickly they enjoyed playing. Anything that involved physical exercise was something they took too really quickly.

Something like tug-of-war for instance.

Hone watched the toy with intent. It was very sturdy and the sort of rope used to tie the ships off at the dock. Yuki almost bounced eagerly when she saw it.

Tsuna tossed it to them, and immediately the sisters were on it. Hone more than Yuki. He learned very quickly that the older sister had less of the 'pack' mentality that the younger did. Yuki felt more like a 'beta', whereas Hone kept trying to establish herself as the alpha.

Tsuna couldn't help but wonder if something had gone wrong when they breed the older sister. Yuki was far easier to handle, despite the fact they were supposed to be siblings.

Then again, for all his genius Henry Wu could be a complete idiot sometimes. He didn't care about the dinosaurs, just the thrill of the challenge it presented making them.

He just hoped that they didn't do anything stupid. Like separate the siblings.