Hello, lovely readers! Before you start reading, I have to let you know that Aori is now officially my beta for Stranger with a Gun. This chapter is for Aori-chan :)

The people who weren't playing went off to the side benches to sit. Murasakibara wandered off to buy more snacks.

Akashi and Reborn, either by chance or choice, ended up sitting next to each other.

"What is the Akashi Family's heir doing here?" Reborn said, gazing out at the group that was playing on the basketball court. He watched as Yamamoto scored a three-pointer against Kise. "Your Family's base is in Toyko."

"I have no obligation to answer your questions," Akashi said, watching the court with sharp eyes as well. A smirk spread across his face as Kise copied Yamamoto's move. "But if you really want to know, we have a basketball training camp in the area."

"And it's only a coincident that you traveled all the way to Namimori," Reborn said, skepticism in his voice, "for this training camp."

"To believe or not to believe, that is your choice," Akashi said coolly. "Although I do wonder what the renowned Sun Acrobaleno is doing here."

"I was in the area," Reborn answered cryptically. It wouldn't do for other mafia families to realize the heir of the strongest famiglia was being trained in the peaceful surrounding of Namimori, especially since Tsuna was not ready at all to deal with any assassins that came after him. Not yet.

A laugh filled with dark amusement escaped Akashi. "And so was I," Akashi said, and from his tone, Reborn had no doubt he knew Tsuna was the Vongola heir.

"If you make a move against him—" Reborn started.

"You're surrounded, Arcobaleno," Akashi stated. The multiple guns Reborn identified earlier glinted off in the nearby woods as the men readjusted their aim on him.

Ah, Reborn thought. Akashi's Family.

"You are not fit to take over the Akashi Family," Reborn said, knowing a frown would slip across Akashi's face at those words. "If you underestimate me."

Did Akashi really think thirty men or so could move about in the forest without alerting him? A beetle had landed near Reborn earlier, telling him all about the men in its forest and the type of weapons they held. Reborn calculated that he could take all of them out in less than two minutes, since he can fire a bullet with accuracy within 0.05 seconds.

"I have no intention of doing that," Akashi said after a pause. He waved his hand and then a few rustles later, his men retreated back into the depths of the forest. "Or challenge you as of now. That was merely a show of power, you could say."

Reborn hmmed but didn't relax. "What is it?" he prompted.

Something like surprise crossed Akashi's features. "Ah, the renowned mind reading ability of the Sun Acrobaleno," Akashi said a beat later.

"Most people are simply too easy to read," Reborn said. "Your mask is good, but you're also young and not as experienced."

Akashi remained silent for several seconds, thinking, before he chuckled. "If I hadn't ordered my men to retreat before, what would you have done?"

Reborn's gaze flickered to Akashi, and Akashi once again met his gaze without flinching. "I would have shot your friend," he said, tilting his head briefly to gesture to Kuroko.

"Not me?" Akashi queried. His tone wasn't insulted, merely curious.

Kuroko and Tsuna continued talking on another bench nearby, oblivious to the dangerous waters Reborn and Akashi's conversation was treading in.

"Are you familiar with Vongola's guardians?" Reborn inquired. Vongola's guardian system wasn't exactly a secret. In fact, Vongola was rather well-known in the underground world for its system.

"Sky, Rain, Storm, Cloud, Sun, Mist, and Lightning," Akashi listed.

Reborn nodded. "Kuroko is the Rain," Reborn said, recalling how effortlessly Kuroko calmed everyone down before, "the one to become a blessed shower that settles conflict and washes everything away."

On the court, Aomine charged ahead into the midst of the other teams' defense. "The dark-skinned boy, Aomine, is the Storm. Continuously at the heart of the attack, the furious Storm that never rests."

Kise cheered Aomine on even as he blocked Urameshi from attempting to go after the ball. "The model, Kise, is the Sun that brightly shines upon an area. The one that destroys the misfortune that attacks the Family with his own body."

As Aomine found himself blocked by Yamamoto and Gokudera, he let out a che and passed the ball to Midorima.

Midorima, standing a distant apart from the rest of the group, caught the pass and shot. "The tsundere, Midorima, is the Cloud. To be the aloof, drifting Cloud that protects the Family from an independent standpoint, and whom nothing can ever bind."

"You are the Mist, the one with the ability to create something from nothing, and nothing from something; thus bewildering the enemy, to render the Family's true form intangible with deceit."

Akashi's lips curled lightly at his description. "So that leaves Murasakibara as the Lightning."

Reborn nodded as Murasakibara ambled back with a bunch of sweets in his hand, looking casual and uncaring of anything. He thought of the Murasakibara before, with his arms wrapped around Kuroko at the sight of a perceived threat, shielding Kuroko with his own body. "To draw damage to himself and away from the rest of the Famiglia, serving as a lightning rod. That is Lightning."

"That doesn't explain why you would take out Kuroko first," Akashi said, sharp eyes boring down at Reborn.

"'Rain, Storm, Cloud, Sun, Mist, and Lightning, he influences all of them. He understands and accepts all of them,'" Reborn recited, glancing at Akashi. "You understand, don't you?"

"You think that's Kuroko," Akashi stated. "The Sky."

Reborn shook his head briefly. "That's also you as well, Akashi. You undeniably hold an influence over your teammates. Whatever you say, they follow. Intellectually, you understand them. Kuroko understands them on a more emotional level and accepts them all, including you. If you are the Sky's mind, then Kuroko is the heart. A group can survive without a mind to guide them, but it cannot survive without a heart to care for them, for it is the heart that would heal the wounds of losing the mind. You target the heart," Reborn said, "and the rest of the Family's heart would break as well, because he influences all of them, including the mind."

"You think very thoroughly, don't you?" Akashi said after a long moment. He watched as Gokudera broke through the three Generation of Miracle's defense with the help of his team and scored two points. "As expected of the strongest hitman in the Mafia."

Akashi watched the game for another moment, observing how Aomine seemed to be struggling to match Urameshi's speed, before he stood. "Aomine, Kise," he called out. The two aforementioned Miracles looked up. "Switch with Kuroko and Murasakibara."

"What?" Aomine shouted. "But I can still play!"

"You've been playing against Yusuke the whole morning," Akashi said. "You too, Kise. Both of you, go rest."

"Akashi!" Aomine protested, adrenaline from the game urging him on to protest. "I'm—ack!"

Kuroko's hand smacked into Aomine's face, and Aomine fell back on wobbling legs. "Aomine-kun, you're exhausted. Listen to Akashi-kun."

Aomine grumbled as he and Kise got off the court.

"Tsuna," Reborn called. His student looked up. "Get in."

"Huh? But Reborn—" Tsuna protested, only to be sent flying in the direction of the basketball court courtesy of Reborn's kick.

As Gokudera and Yamamoto exclaimed how happy they were to see Tsuna, Urameshi ambled off the court.

"Whew!" Urameshi exclaimed, plopping in the spot between Reborn and Akashi. Sweat dripped off his head and arms. "I'm beat."

Somehow, Reborn doubted that. Urameshi was sweating a lot, but he also looked like he could play several of more rounds and still be fine.

"I'm surprised you two didn't kill each other yet," Urameshi voiced.

Akashi raised an eyebrow at Urameshi's blunt statement. "You have little confidence in our self-control," Akashi stated.

"I met you today, Akashi," Urameshi said, "I wouldn't know."

"So you're implying that I have little self-control," Reborn stated, because although Urameshi and Reborn weren't exactly close, their first meeting had been a month ago.

Urameshi scratched his head. "How come it feels like I just stepped into a landmine?" he asked.

Akashi chuckled and a moment later, he froze. That was not intended at all, then.

Urameshi smiled, not deviously but sincerely. "You can laugh, you know? Being the heir of the Akashi Family doesn't change that."

A wall seemed to have come down, blocking all emotions from Akashi's countenance. "How did you know that?" he asked darkly.

Reborn could hear the leaves rustles again. Akashi must have some kind of listening device on him, for his men to act so promptly at a perceived threat.

"That," Urameshi said, tilting his head to the general direction of where the rustlings were the loudest and therefore, the area where most of Akashi's men were. "I've been hearing that ever since you've arrived. Beside, traditions dictate mafioso to wear black suits, and they don't exactly blend in with the green scenery, ya know?"

Slowly, Akashi forced himself to relax. "I'll keep that in mind next time," Akashi said.

"Don't worry too much," Urameshi said, as though oblivious to Akashi's inner turmoil. Or maybe especially because of it. "I swear, you kids worry too much at such a young age."

Reborn could see Akashi fighting to not react to Urameshi's words. "'You kids,'" Akashi quoted, emphasizing on the plural.

"Kuroko," Urameshi confirmed, eyes drifting to said boy. Reborn found it interesting how Kuroko adapted his weak presence to playing basketball. "You can see he's struggling, can't you?"

Reborn wondered what Urameshi was talking about. Meanwhile, Akashi stilled as he let the words go through his mind.

"I find it hard to believe Kuroko would confide in a total stranger," Akashi said, a hint of a warning threading in his words.

"Chill," Urameshi said, still calm despite the men surrounding them tensing in response to Akashi's tone. "You saw the whole scene from before. There's no way Kuroko's bodyguards AKA Aomine and Kise would Kuroko out of their sight, let alone allow me close enough to threaten Kuroko." Urameshi tapped his own eyes tellingly and waited for the Akashi heir to connect the dots.

"You can't tell me you learned all that from staring at Kuroko's eyes," Akashi said, incredulity resounding in his voice when he understood Urameshi's implication. Reborn found it hard to believe as well, especially since the phantom basketball player seemed to be emotionless most of the time. But this was Urameshi they were talking about. If Urameshi could use gut instincts to infer Reborn bailed him out of jail a few weeks ago, was it really improbable for Urameshi to learn that much through someone's eyes?

"That's exactly what I'm telling you," Urameshi said. "That and gut instinct. Don't you know the saying eyes are the windows to a person's soul? Cheesy as hell, but so true." Urameshi glanced over at Akashi to see his skeptical look. "Look into my eyes, and tell me that I'm lying."

Akashi didn't say anything.

"Instead of worrying too much about the Mafia world, which I assume you won't be stepping into for another few years, why don't you pay attention to the people around you?" Urameshi said.

A lethal smile slowly spread across Akashi's face at Urameshi's words. It was a smile that said he found a flaw in Urameshi's statement. "What a hypocrite, Yusuke," Akashi murmured dangerously, "especially when you just told me not to worry."

"It's perfectly normal to worry about your friends," Urameshi rebutted calmly. Akashi's face was wiped of all expressions once again. Reborn found it worrying and a little awe inspiring at how easily Urameshi handled the Akashi heir. "Don't let Kuroko suffer right in front of you without trying to help him."

"What do you want me to do, then?" Akashi asked, a hint of true emotion showing for the first time.

"Plot," Urameshi said promptly. Akashi and Reborn glanced at Urameshi in surprise. Urameshi looked straight at Akashi, and his lips curved. "Isn't that what manipulative kids like you do the best?"

Akashi remained still for several of moment, until at last, his lips too curved minutely. "I see," he said and with those words, unseen tension seemed to release from him. Light amusement reached his eyes. "It seems like Oha Asa was correct."

Urameshi and Reborn blinked in confusion. "Who?" Urameshi asked, sounding completely puzzled.

"'Sagittarius will be confronted with a revelation today,'" Akashi said, sounding much like he was quoting from something. "It seemed like Midorima's horoscope is not all nonsense."

Reborn's eyebrow quirked. "You believe in horoscopes," Reborn stated blankly. He felt like his opinion of Akashi just lowered.

Akashi's lips quirked again, as though he knew what Reborn was thinking.

A loud voice drew the three out of their conversation. "SAWADA!" someone shouted. "I see you are playing an EXTREME sport!"

Tsuna inwardly groaned. He knew that voice.

"Turf-top," Gokudera shouted back to the approaching boxer. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, you're also here, octopus head!" Sasagawa Ryohei said, jogging up to the group.

"Senpai," Yamamoto greeted with a smile.

"Hm, their friend," Murasakibara murmured, sounding not at all interested. He somehow ended up munching on his snack again.

"Murasakibara-kun, please don't eat now," Kuroko said, taking the bag of chips away from Murasakibara. "You haven't even wash your hand yet."

"Exactly," Midorima said, pushing up his glasses. "It's unhygienic."

"Dame Tsuna!" someone shouted. Everyone looked up. "Lambo-san is here!"

"L-Lambo!" Tsuna said, reaching out to catch the air-borne child. "Be careful!"

"What is this?" Aomine said, ambling back onto the court upon seeing the commotion. "A daycare?"

"Hey, looks like there's five people on each team now," Kise said. "Wanna do a five-on-five?"

"Wait," Tsuna called out, arms full of Lambo. "He's just a kid!"

"Lambo-san is awesome!" Lambo shouted. "Lambo-san will play!"

Kise grinned happily. "See, he agrees."

"You just want to play, don't you, Kise-kun?" Kuroko deadpanned behind the model.

Kise jumped in surprise, before he swirled around to smile sheepishly at Kuroko. "Eh, can you blame me, Kurokocchi? It's so fun playing against them~"

Something flashed across Kuroko's eyes. "Fun," he murmured.

"Hey, why don't we play a six-on-six then?" Yusuke said, ambling towards them. "Akashi can join your team and I'll join Tsuna's."

"Traditionally, basketball is five-on-five," Midorima said.

"Who cares," Yusuke said, "it's just one extra."

"You can't ignore the rule like that – !" Midorima started.

"Actually, Midorima," Akashi said, cutting into the conversation. "This sounds pretty interesting, so why not?"

"Akashi-kun…" Kuroko trailed off, looking at Akashi with unidentified emotions in his eyes.

Akashi turned to Kuroko and smiled at him. "We never all played on the same side as a team, have we?"

The Generations of Miracles began whispering among themselves.

"Akashi smiled..." Kise stage-whispered.

"Who pissed him off?" Aomine asked.

"Aka-chin has a nice smile," Murasakibara commented, munching on his snack again.

"Murasakibara, stop eating," Akashi commanded. "Everyone, get into position."

Everyone complied without question.

"C'mon guys," Urameshi prompted Tsuna's Family. "You guys don't want to lose to them, right?"

"Bring it on!" Ryohei shouted.

"Idiot, do you even know how to play?" Gokudera demanded.

"This will be fun," Yamamoto commented with a grin.

"Lambo-san is the best!" Lambo declared.

"Everyone…" Tsuna said in face of the craziness from everything happening around him. He carefully set Lambo down to the floor. "Will this be alright?"

"It'll be fine, Tsuna," Urameshi said. "Let's just have fun, alright?"

In the face of Urameshi's reassurance, Tsuna's lips quirked weakly. He looked around at the friends surrounding him, and a feeling slowly built up within him. He nodded. "Yes," he said, resolution in his voice.

Urameshi grinned and ruffled Tsuna's hair. "Now that's the spirit."

"Who will be the referee?" Midorima – ever the pragmatist – asked after everyone settled into the court.

Reborn jumped in at the moment, wearing a referee shirt. "Send in a player from each team to start please," Reborn said, changing the pitch of his voice.

"Reborn!" Tsuna hissed.

"I'll go!" Ryohei said, not recognizing Reborn with his cosplay, while Murasakibara was sent.

Reborn threw the basketball in the air, and both players reached for it. Murasakibara got it and tipped it to his team.

Reborn stepped back to watch. The Generations of Miracles was good. Reborn could tell with one look. Not only did they have talent (with the exception of Kuroko, but even he was talented in his field as a pass specialist), they also had a lot of practice.

Tsuna's team, on the other hand, was a ragtag group that was randomly thrown together. Reborn doubted that all of their experience with basketball would add up to any one of the Generation of Miracle's time dedicated to the sport.

Yet not all hope was lost for Tsuna's team.

Gokudera, for all his impulsiveness, was a strategist at heart. It was he who was directing Tsuna's team as Tsuna's right-hand man. Reborn didn't approve Tsuna's lack of leadership in the play but approved how Gokudera covered up his boss's weakness as the right-hand man.

Tsuna was a versatile player, his Vongola Hyper Intuition giving him the edge over all other players. He could sense the others' intention before they actually act on it, making him probably the player most aware of his surrounding, perhaps with the exception of Akashi and Urameshi.

Previously, Tsuna lost this edge while he played a three-on-three game because he was not used to basketball. In addition, Tsuna was clumsy and not good at sports to begin with. Several of months of Reborn training him didn't change Tsuna much, with the exception of making him a little less prone to tripping over his own feet.

Tsuna was contributing now, however. The determination in his eyes was strong, and his Vongola Hyper Intuition was at its peak. Tsuna wanted to win, and it showed in his movements. He was letting his potential takeover, rather than thinking too much about his actions. It showed in his moves as he successfully shot a three-pointer.

The delight on Tsuna's face upon seeing that was heartwarming, although Reborn would never admit that aloud.

Yamamoto didn't know the rules too well, and he was too absentminded. He even forgot he held a basketball instead of a baseball in his hand for a second, and that made him lose a precious chance to score before. He learned from the mistake, however, and coupled with his instincts as a natural born hitman, Yamamoto moved to intercept the player he was guarding before he even consciously become aware of why.

Ryohei, as the only second year of the group, was also the only one with some experience in basketball, ironically. As a boxer who trained himself daily, Ryohei's physique was in top form. He could not only predict the Generations of Miracle's movements, but his toned body was able to match them step for step and move for move.

Urameshi was probably the best player of them all. He most likely didn't know how to play prior to this morning, when he had apparently first met the Generations of Miracles. After playing the whole morning against Aomine, Kise and Kuroko (from what Reborn had heard), however, he slowly began to adapt to the sport. His instincts were sharp and he didn't doubt them at all, resulting Urameshi to intercepting the players around him alongside of Yamamoto and Tsuna. Urameshi was also the fastest player on the court, beating even Aomine, the ace player of Generations of Miracles. He was well-rounded, leading him to shoot, guard, and pass as well.

The last player was Lambo. He was pathetic.

"Lambo-san will get this!" Lambo exclaimed, rushing towards the basketball. "Wah!"

The basketball slammed into the stupid cow.

"Gotta…stay…calm…" Lambo recited, even as snot dribbled out from his nose. The basketball rolled away.

"Lambo!" Tsuna called out, rushing towards the child.

Good, Reborn thought. Tsuna understood that Family always comes first, although Reborn wasn't exactly pleased with the stupid cow. Being five years old was no excuse.

"Aw, c'mon," Aomine voiced, annoyance laced in his voice. "The game was just getting good."

"Aomine-kun, that's not very nice," Kuroko reprimanded. "The child got hurt."

Aomine rolled his eyes. "He shouldn't have – "he began, but then he was interrupted.

"Waaahhh!" Lambo wailed loudly, and the next thing that happened came to Reborn as no surprise. Lambo brought out his Ten Year Bazooka and pink smoke suddenly filled the court, causing everyone in the vicinity to cough and cry out in surprise.

"What the–?"

"My, my," someone said, slowly revealing himself through the pink smoke. "What is this?"

"15-year-old Lambo!" Tsuna exclaimed.

"Who the hell are you?" Aomine demanded.

"How strange," Midorima commented. "You look very similar to the child from before."

"They – they're cousins," Tsuna declared, lying on the spot. For a lie, it wasn't bad, although Tsuna should really stop his voice from shaking.

15-year-old Lambo glanced at the ball by his feet. "My, my, this brings back memories. Basketball, is it?"

He swooped down to pick it up and deftly spun it on a finger. He looked at the Generations of Miracles. "Want to play a game?"

"I don't know who he is," Kise said, an anticipatory grin spreading on his face. "But this looks interesting."

"The game will resume," Reborn declared.

And so it did.

xxx

"Oi, it was near you, Turf-head!"

"W-what happened?"

"Haha, good job, Testu."

"Grab it!"

"So close."

"Stop copying us!"

"That three pointer…"

"Emperor Eye."

"Wah, this again…"

"Go, Tsuna!"

"Oh, look, Murasakibaracchi is charging ahead!"

"Dunk!"

"Wait, the cow kid just came back."

"Ha, beat that!"

"Not bad, octopus head."

"This is pretty fun."

By the time everyone stopped playing, the sun had already began its journey towards the horizon. The sky was painted gold, and when the sun shined down on them, it enveloped all of them in a warm glow.

At some point, everyone collapsed on their backs on the court, facing up to heavens.

"That… felt different," Kise said, breaking the silence.

Aomine grinned widely. "You can say that again."

"It was sweet," Murasakibara said. "Like candy."

"…I wouldn't mind playing like that sometime in the future," Midorima said.

"It was definitely an interesting experience," Akashi said. He glanced over at the one person who remained silent the whole time. "Kuroko?"

Kuroko stayed silent for a few moments, trying to gather his thoughts. Please, please, he begged, let things remain the same forever.

Yet he wasn't naïve enough to think one game like this could change them, not when they started their downward spiral ever since the beginning of this year.

But this, this gave him hope. From this game and the smiles on his teammates' faces, the glow in their eyes, it gave him hope that they could ultimately change and revert back to loving basketball. Kuroko could see what he would be working for. He would forever try to keep their joy of playing basketball close to their hearts and remind them of it every time they forget.

Kuroko pressed his lips together for a moment, stabilizing his voice. There was no need to alarm his teammates.

Kuroko slowly stood up, his heart thumping against his chest not only from the adrenaline, but from the fear and hope as he gaze at every one of his teammates and see their future.

"… I'm very happy right now," Kuroko said, bringing his eyes to each one of his teammates personally. "Thank you," he said, executing an awkward bow. He could feel his muscles protesting.

Silence reigned among them for a total of two seconds, before Kuroko nearly fell as Aomine bowled into him.

"Damn, Testsu," Aomine said, ruffling Kuroko's hair with a grin. "Can't you say that with more feeling?"

"There's no need to be so formal with us, Kuroko," Midorima said, looking away to hide the red that dusted his cheeks.

"Kurokocchi," Kise cried, tackling Kuroko. "I'm very happy too. If you want, I stay with you forever – "

"Kuro-chin doesn't want to be with you forever, Kise-chin," Murasakibari said, lightly reaching out to pat Kuroko's head.

"Wha– " Kise froze at those words, graying out like a statue.

"Kuroko," Akashi voiced and instantly everyone fell silent, giving Akashi their full attention. "Don't worry."

Kuroko's eyes widened ever slightly. "Akashi."

"Don't you know? Things fall apart so they can fall back together, even more perfect than before."

Xxx

Yusuke grinned from where he sat as he watched Tsuna's friends bicker, then turned his head to watch Kuroko's friends two feet or so away from them.

"Looks like they're fine now," Yusuke said.

"You're too meddlesome, Yusuke," Reborn said next to him. "Don't you realize that you may inadvertently cause them more scars?"

"But you don't think so," Yusuke said, casting Reborn a speculative look.

"The Akashi heir is plotting and so is the phantom child," Reborn said. "Whether their plans would turn out to be fruitful, only time would tell."

They watched as a girl with pink hair approached Akashi and his Family.

Xxx

Momoi Satsuki ambled towards the Generation of Miracles, not looking entirely pleased with them.

"Momoi," Kise greeted, waving at the pink-haired girl.

Momoi plopped down besides the boys with a pout. "Where have you guys been the whole morning?" she complained. "Geez."

"I apologize, Momoi-san," Kuroko said. "This all happened because Kise, Aomine-kun and I got lost this morning."

Momoi instantly turned into mush and a smile appeared on her face. "Tetsu-kun, you have nothing to apologize for." She looked towards Aomine and immediately, the love in her eyes disappeared as her gaze turned into a glare. "I bet Dai-chan got distracted."

"Why me?" Aomine complained, even though he didn't refute his childhood friend's word.

"Sa-chan, why are you here?" Murasakibara asked. "Did Aka-chin call you?"

Akashi got up. "It's nothing," he said. He glanced down at his teammates. "We're heading back. We still didn't do any of our training regimen yet."

"Eh?" Kise said. "But I'm exhausted."

Akashi's eyes dropped to Kise, and the model immediately snapped his mouth shut. As the rest of the team stood up and began to walk ahead, Akashi fell back to walk alongside of Momoi.

"Did you gather the data?" he asked.

A sly smile slid across Momoi's face. "Of course."

Xxx

Reborn tipped down his fedora to hide his smile as Tsuna's friends headed home. All in all, it wasn't a bad day. While Yamamoto's initial plan of going to the arcade was discarded, it was a productive day nevertheless.

Tsuna bonded with his family over basketball, thereby strengthening their friendship with one another. From playing the sport, Reborn was able to see many of the future Guardian's potential. Reborn also got to see the Akashi heir's Family as well.

It seemed like the future was shaping up to be an interesting one.

Thanks for reading! This is the last chapter with KHR x KnB, so I hope you enjoyed it.

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