A/N: Hey guys! Just gonna state a few facts to clear some of them reader's inquisitive minds lol: 

*Please read the author's note even if sometimes it's just a pointless rant. The author's note is there for a reason. So I'm really thankful to those who read it even though I never respond to them (please forgive meee). I'm sorry if I'm acting like an ungrateful brat. 

*I did not plagiarize The_Anime_Rule's work or metamorcy's work. A fellow friend of mine remarked in how a bit similar the plot was, and a friend of her in which I don't even bother to remember the name of (honestly, I didn't even ask the girl's opinion. She just looked over my friend's shoulders to see what we're up to. Rude) rudely commented how horribly written my story was. I get that, but it was like rubbing salt on the wound. 

So I wanted to state that in fact, no, I did not plagiarize their works. Apologies to said authors for being quite a bother. 

Published: 5/23/17 

Enjoy! 

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The brunet sighed as he closed the door. 

He stood there for a moment, thinking, before shaking his head. He turned and headed towards the kitchen to prepare dinner for him and his mother, even if he was told not to make anything in his mother's (humorously put) territory, he'd rather prefer for her to eat something before then killing him. Nobody would want to kill someone else if they were on an empty stomach, no? 

Chuckling as he pushed his ridiculous and rather hilarious thoughts away, he started to prepare for his mother's meal. Hesitating, he took the apron (he swore that cursed thing was laughing at him) and promptly wore it, disgusted when a certain blue-haired man's remark popped back into his mind.   

"Kufufu, that only makes you an even greater housewife, Tsunayoshi-kun."

What the hell? Why was he thinking about that? 

Flushing, he also shoved that thought away. He went back to the kitchen counter and distinguished the necessities for tonight before putting the rest back into the fridge. 

As Tsuna finished however, his cellphone rang. Tsuna smiled, noticing the name, before answering, "What is it mama?" 

The person on the other line chuckled. "Ara, is this my darling Tuna-fish?" 

The brunet choked on his saliva. Nobody has called him that ridiculous name in years! "Wha- Mama! Don't call me that! What the heck even?" The brunet blushed harder when the kind chuckles on the other end turned into a laugh full of mirth. 

"Sorry, sorry, Tsu-kun. I called today to tell you that you needn't wait for me, I just met an old colleague of mine, so I won't be back until tomorrow." Tsuna hummed as he listened, laying down on the couch and switching the television on. 

"Eh? . . ." Tsuna pouted.  "The food I made for you will get cold . . . " Tsuna muttered absentmindedly before wanting to take back what he just said. 

It was too late to reclaim his statement though, because his mother had heard him clearly. 

"Sawada Tsunayoshi." Tsuna gulped. Crap, he was doomed, damn it, curse him and his tongue! "Did you use my kitchen?" 

Well, there goes Tsuna's chance to live a long and healthy life. 

"U-Um . . . y-yes- but I  swear I didn't burn anything this time!" Tsuna tried miserably to reassure his raged mother from hell as the demon aura intensified. Obviously, his words were just fuel to her flame, which in this case, was her horrid aura, because his mother uncharacteristically snarled at him. Somewhere in the back of Tsuna's mind, he pitied the well being of the innocent bystanders who were within close vicinity with his mother. 

"Tsu-kun," his mother crooned. A contrast to the person he was talking to a few short seconds ago. "Just you wait until I get there,my dear Tuna-fish." Click. She hung up. The phone call ended. 

Tsuna stared at it, aghast and mortified. Those words were her indirect way of saying, "I'm going to behead you for even daring to touch my kitchen utensils and cutlery." He whimpered. He wanted to live a long life, damn it! He could literally see his life flashing before his very eyes! 

For the umpteenth time that day, he sighed. 

He glared at the phone, wanting to vent his anger on the wretched thing for causing this whole fiasco, but decided against it. Venting out his anger on an inanimate object won't save him from the clutches of his demon mother who was coming home in about a few hours. 

Sighing, he placed his back on the recliner and changed the channels sluggishly. Lacking motivation as he switched the t.v with the click of his thumb. 

Deciding that there wasn't anything interesting, he exhaled and laced his fingers together in his lap. Raising an arm to ruffle his brown and fluffy mane. 

Thinking that it was about time he went to bed, he stretched and lazily went up the stairs, flickering the lights off on the way, and yawned as he met the sight of his fluffy, and oh so soft bed. Damn, since when did his bed suddenly looked so cozy and inviting?

The image of a demon Nana entered his mind. Oh right. That's why. 

Sighing at the inevitable, he went towards his wardrobe and took out his pajamas which consisted of a light pair of baggy jeans and shirt. Wearing the comfortable attire,  he stretched and closed his closet. 

Noticing the dim lighting emitting outside his room, he strode his way curiously to the door and looked out to see the master bedroom open. A small flicker of light coming out through the open door. 

"Huh?" he asked himself, slightly bewildered. "I don't remember the lights there being open . . ." Blinking before laughing at his own nonchalance, he went over to his mother's bedroom and saw that the small lamp on his mother's study desk was on. 

Coming to the conclusion that his mother was probably in a hurry this morning and, therefore, was not able to close the lamp properly, he chuckled and mentally noted to himself to inform his mother of this little accident; even if he might get beheaded in the process. 

I think I better stop thinking about mama if I don't want to die early. He shivered. 

Flickering the lamp off so that the only source of brilliance came from the illuminating moon, he arranged the papers on his mother's desk that were mostly consisted of house bills, and a list of the needed grocery. Tsuna took the piece of grocery paper, surveying it, before folding it neatly and placing it in his back pocket. Concluding that he'll do it instead to spare his mother the headache. 

Finishing his cleanup, he was about to leave when he noticed a small envelope peaking out the corner of the desk. Out of curiosity, Tsuna tried to pull the drawer open only to find it locked. He bent over, trying to pull the paper, but it ripped slightly, so he quickly recoiled back. He blinked.  

"What?" Tsuna questioned. "I never thought mama would keep one of her drawers locked." Tsuna, although expecting this, frowned. Again, that familiar sensation in the back of his mind tingled, whispering into his ears. 

As if he was in a trance, Tsuna crouched. 

Below that brown mat, there's a box. Tsunayoshi instructed softly. Remove the mat, then unlock the box. I'll tell you what to do next after you found it. Tsuna obliged easily. He reached his hand out to the brown, dust filled mat, and lifted it to see a brown and leather box. 

Good, Tsunayoshi praised. Now take that box out - I suspect it's quite heavy, though - and turn in these codes. 

How could you possibly know that? Tsuna retorted, but then mentally face palmed when he realize he was literally questioning himself. Had he gone mental? Probably. With all the people appearing out of nowhere nowadays - bringing with them their boisterous voices - he wasn't so sure if he was even worthy to be called sane anymore. 

Tsunayoshi snorted. Don't ask. I just know. I'm your intuition after all - Now open the goddamn thing. Not questioning the arrogant comment, he turned in the codes - slightly confused at the box's structure - which were a little difficult sine they were in characters Tsuna didn't recognize, and sighed in relief when he was able to open it. 

Checking the clock before deciding that there was plenty time before his mother came home, (Oh crap, forget being dead, his mother will drag him to hell and back for snooping around her things) he dusted the box, and lifted the key up to his face. His pale features reflected back at him.  

Wow. Tsunayoshi sounded taken aback. I didn't expect that thing to be gold. What the hell, Tsuna?! Is your mother a rich countess or something? Or is it our mother since I'm connected to you? Or- Tsuna groaned and ignored his other half's rant, trying hard to ignore Tsunayoshi's raving about rich woman or devil mother, the hell since it would definitely cause him a headache; but it was just so hard to when they both were of the same mind. 

Shut up, Tsunayoshi, Tsuna grumbled as he unlocked the drawer. Surprisingly, Tsunayoshi didn't react negatively. Tsuna, although thinking it was weird, shrugged it off. A quiet Tsunayoshi is not unwelcomed. 

Tsuna blinked and coughed as dust filled his vision, before blinking his abnormally large brown orbs to gently take the piece of paper. "A . . . parchment?" Tsuna gasped. "No . . . it's a letter . . . but from who?" His curiosity taking the best of him, he tried to open it. 

Tsuna, no! Tsunayoshi, who had been silent this whole time, suddenly hissed. Tsuna, get away from the paper, it's- 

Too late, the only thing he saw were the initials R.R.S before an overwhelming headache took over him.  

"I'm sorry, Tsuna. Please forgive me," someone whispered, sadness and regret dripping off the man's voice. 

Hate him. 

He lied. 

Remember him. 

Discriminate him. Tsuna clutched his head, wailing, trying to rid of the voices in his head. They were so dark, so intense, so very familiar. 

What was happening? Had he gone mad? What on earth triggered this? His throat felt constricted, the pain vibrated throughout his body, like an uncontrollable earthquake. 

 His eyes watered, his head throbbed painfully, he trembled and broke, barely registering the fact that he was shaking in the corner of the room. How'd he get there?

Tsuna breath, Tsunayoshi cursed inside his mind. Breath, breath damn it!

You're so close to breaking, Il gioiello prezioso. The non-existent deep voice within him chuckled darkly. How much more could you take until you completely shatter I wonder?  

Don't listen to him, Tsuna! But the warning fell on deaf ears. Salty tears trailed slowly down his face.

Don't listen to me? The dark voice repeated, livid. I'm the reason for who you are now, Tsunayoshi. Without me, there is no you!

Shut up! The two clashed in a battle of wits and words, worsening Tsuna's condition. 

Loath him.

He gave up.

Rejected you. Despite Tsunayoshi trying to stop those voices, they only came back, more stronger and painful. 

Tsuna opened an eye, was it him, or was the room blurry? The brunet's eyes landed back on the papers, scattered all over the floor. 

Tsuna took a deep, raspy breath. 

Whatever triggered this, he thought, pained, the answers would be over there . . . 

Suddenly, he shot up and ran towards the papers, quickly gathering them in a messy pile, ignoring the indignant shout of anger by committing such a surprising action, shoving them roughly back into the box,making sure that everything looked untouched and as clean as it was before he entered, before scrambling out of the room. 

He slammed the door behind him, crying and laughing at the same time, his emotions all over the place as he buried his head into the palm of his hands. 

"What . . . w-what was that?" he asked himself, trying to straighten his emotions. "What in the hell was that?" he gripped his arms tightly, trying desperately to rub warmth into them, trying hard to steady his breathing, and trying hard to comprehend his current situation. 

Then, he chuckled, before laughing, before sobbing hard once more. "W-why do these things always happen to me?" Tsuna closed his eyes. "What did I ever do wrong . . ."  

"I'm sorry, Tsuna. Please forgive me." Tsuna's eyes brimmed with tears. Why did his heart ache whenever that voice came back? Why did it torment him so much? What did the man ever do to him, to affect him so? Not only was he confused, but he also felt like his soul was about to break at any moment. 

The attack today was more painful than the last time it had happened, more forceful, only because he had uncovered a secret his mother had kept hidden away. 

A secret that was kept hidden away, perhaps for this very reason. 

Mama . . . The thought of her keeping such a thing from him crushed him . . . she was keeping something from him, he realized. Something important. She was . . . she was deliberately doing this, his mother . . . his sweet mother . . . she was keeping something from him . . . 

At the realization, his head started to throb again. 

Oh, what's this? The dark voice chuckled. So you nearly figured it out? Oh no, we can't have that now can we . . . 

"A-Arg . . . nngh . . . ARGHHH!" Tsuna screamed and clutched his head as the pounding in his head continued, pulverizing him from the inside. 

I can't let you remember, Tsunayoshi. The chuckles turned into whispers, as if the man was saying all of this into his ear. I was created to keep you and your thoughts at bay . . . That man won't be able to hurt you anymore . . . even if you distinguish him among others, I'll always be there to stop it, to stop the growing feelings that might blossom into something dangerous . . . 

The man's voice was beside his ear, the feeling of the growing darkness weakening him. I am the cause for your nightmares, Il mio prezioso gioiello . . . 

This time, just like the voice whispered, Tsunayoshi was not able to help him; he seemingly disappeared into the back of his mind. 

Tsuna couldn't hear or remember anything else that night but his own anguish cries, the choked sobs ripping through his chest, tears trickled down his face, and his raspy voice. 

Other than that, everything else was just . . . blank. 

xXx 

"I'm so sorry, Tsu-kun." A woman of chestnut colored hair leaned against the threshold of her house. Her fingers laced tightly around her cellphone, her back slowly descending down the door as the screams from upstairs became louder more vivid, and at the painful sound of a body crashing down on the floor multiple times. 

Her good mood from before had quickly dissipated the moment she heard the loud scream coming from Tsuna's room. 

"I had to, Tsu-kun . . ." she whispered pleadingly, trying to convince herself. "I-I had to Tsu-kun . . . I had to . . . I-I had no choice, Tsu-kun . . . I had to . . ."

Her shoulders shook as she repeated the same words to herself, as if the broken chant would fix her situation. 

xXx 

"EXTREME JOGGING!" someone yelled extremely. 

That was not a pleasant sound to hear so early in the morning. 

Tsuna jolted upright, screaming, "MY DOG ATE MY HOMEWORK, PLEASE DON'T KILL ME NEZU-SENSEI!" Before blinking repeatedly to get a grip of his situation. 

The first incredibly intelligent reply that came out of his mouth was a: "Huh?" 

Before another voice came by, "EXTREME JOGGING IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD! EXTREMEEEE!" That certainly woke him up. 

Tsuna jumped, before groaning as his head throbbed painfully at the action. He gripped his head and yawned. Why did his head hurt so much?

"Tsu-kun~ Breakfast is ready!" The voice downstairs made him smile. 

He threw his duvet aside, groaning, and poked his head out his window to see a certain Sasagawa exercising beneath him. 

Tsuna smiled weakly. "Good morning Sasagawa-san!" Sasagawa Ryohei looked up to meet the gaze of the brunet. "EXTREME MORNING SAWADA!" Tsuna flinched at the intensity of his yell, but smiled weakly back at him. 

"Ara?" Tsuna whirled around to see Nana standing outside his room, her head tilted to the side in curiosity, looking like she was wondering who Tsuna was talking to. Tsuna didn't fail to notice the dark rings below his mother's eyes as she walked towards him. "Good morning, Ryohei-kun."

"EXTREME MORNING TO YOU TOO, SAWADA-SAN!" Nana giggled. 

"I think you shouldn't yell too much in the morning, Ryohei-kun." She glanced at Tsuna, who was blanching. "You might give people a headache." 

"I'M EXTREMELY SORRY, SAWADA-SAN." Both Nana and Tsuna sweat dropped. They noticed the slight change of volume in the man's voice - they were appreciating his sincerity and effort, honestly, they were, but still - even so, the man still sounded like he was shouting through a megaphone. 

"Sasagawa-san," Tsuna croaked, cursing his surprisingly raspy voice. "Would you like to join us for breakfast? And can you please keep it down a little? The neighbors don't appreciate loud noises."

"NO THANKS SAWADA - AND WAIT, I'M LOUD?" Tsuna groaned and face planted his head into the window sill. Was the man so utterly clueless that he didn't even know the difference between loud and quiet? It was a mystery that the brunet didn't have the energy nor the will to solve. 

"Just please quiet down Sasagawa-san . . ." Tsuna was practically begging, if he was down there beside Ryohei, he would've threw himself at the ground and plead like his life depended on it. 

If you think the noise that comes out of that man's boisterous and loud man was tolerable, then you need to check on your sanity (honestly, no human alive could possibly tolerate such a sound). Tsuna would do almost anything to have a morning where the man wouldn't sound like he was being chased by a pack of wild hyenas. If the alarm or his mom didn't wake him up, then the man's voice certainly will, seeing as he couldn't possibly go back to sleep with those extreme morning greetings. 

"ALRIGHT. EXTREME GOODBYE SAWADA.  BACK TO JOGGING TO THE EXTREMEEE." Tsuna watched apathetically as the man slowly faded away; a sigh of relief building up in his chest. 

"Tsu-kun are you coming down?" Tsuna turned around and nodded, following his mother to the kitchen. 

"Hey mama, did I have another nightmare last night?" Tsuna asked as Nana gently gave him a bowl of rice. "My voice hurts, and my head's throbbing painfully again." Discreetly, Nana tensed.

"Of course not Tsu-kun." Nana placed her share of rice on the table before settling down. "You haven't had any nightmares recently. The most recent one was last week, remember?" Tsuna hadn't noticed the hunched shoulders and the tight grip of his mother's fingers around her chopstick.

"Y-Yes . . ." Tsuna nodded. He muttered a silent prayer, his mother following shortly. "But . . . do you think I need help mama? I-I . . . I don't think I could take any more of these nightmares any longer." Tsuna still felt his heart aching because of something, the only thing is, he couldn't fathom what. 

"What exactly are you implying Tsu-kun?" Tsuna flinched. His mother's voice was cheery yet hard. Defensive. 

I don't know, Tsuna thought as he suddenly lost his appetite, I just know that . . . I can't take anymore of this unknown and emotional pain . . . ". . . Maybe it's PTSD that's causing this? I don't know, mama . . .  All I know is that I want it to stop. It's . . . it's becoming unbearable . . ."

Nana's orbs surveyed him, her eyes incomprehensible. "Do you want me to inform Hayato-kun of this-" 

"No, don't!" Tsuna cried, before blushing in embarrassment, realizing he shouted at his mother. "I-I don't want Hayato to be informed of this. He'll overwork himself again, and I don't want to be such a burden to him, mama. He's busy enough as he is. I don't want to add up to his workload." 

"So what do you want, Tsu-kun?" A pair of pale hands intertwined with his. "If you don't want Hayato-kun to know . . . then how about Takeshi-kun? Surely, you must trust him by now. You mention him quite a lot after all." His mother sounded like she ate a lemon. A nasty, rotten, and sour lemon. 

Tsuna shook his head. "I don't want them to know. It's too much of a hassle. And besides . . ." Tsuna smiled sadly, " . . . they both have their own problems to deal with. I, too, can deal with my own problems, mama. If they can do it, then so can I." 

Nana looked away, a flash of grief passing over her brown orbs before it disappeared as quickly as it came. "Okay, then." Nana stood up and gathered the bowls. "I won't be back again until later Tsu-kun. Remembered that friend I mentioned yesterday? Well something urgent came up, so I have to leave quickly." Tsuna hummed. Nodding to show his mom he approved. 

She took her purse from the coffee table and planted a light kiss on her son's cheek. "Don't think I forgot to punish you, Tsu-kun. I am still infuriated with you for touching my kitchen cutlery." She giggled at the flabbergasted look her son threw at her. 

"And remember to wear a safety helmet when I get back!" Tsuna turned pale, his mind running through various complicated and horrific situations, before the front door shut. 

Mama's a devil, Tsuna cried as soon as he snapped out of his trance. A devil. A devil I tell you!

I don't think that's a title a sane person would give to his mother, from the back of his mind, Tsunayoshi chuckled. But then again, you and I aren't completely sane people. Wait scratch that- you're not a sane person. I'm just an illusion. He laughed.

Tsuna groaned. Interesting way to cheer me up, Tsunayoshi. 

Hey, anytime. The brunet rolled his eyes. He walked towards the faucet and drank water from it with a small glass; his throat feeling less restricted after consuming the tasteless liquid.  Why'd you appear now of all times? You have extremely horrible timing, you know that? 

Ouch. 

Tsuna rolled his eyes as he leaned in on the kitchen counter. He tilted the glass in his hand, trying to comprehend the events that happened last night by looking through the cup's transparent shield. 

Tsunayoshi, Tsuna asked in his mind as he washed the dishes, do you remember the events that transpired last night? I-I don't remember anything, and it's getting frustrating. 

Surprisingly, Tsunayoshi was actually silent. How unusual. I don't remember anything either, Tsuna. What happened last night was . . . erased. 

"Erased?" Tsuna asked out loud, not aware of another's presence in the room. "How can that even be possible?"

Tsunayoshi was rolling his eyes, Tsuna couldn't see it (ha, the irony) but he could tell. What? Do you need the word 'erased' in a more difficult form, Tsuna? It was eradicated, gone, wiped out, destroyed, expunged, annihilated, completely and absolutely exterminated-

Tsuna sighed as he placed the last plate in the counter. "I'm sorry Tsunayoshi. I just don't understand how something that so clearly happened recently be erased without a trace . . ."

"What can be so easily erased without a trace, Dame-Tsuna?" The brunet nearly dropped a plate by the sudden question. He calmed himself, exhaling and inhaling deeply, trying and failing to suppress the urge to have a panic attack. 

 He also suppressed the urge to knee the man behind him in the groin. 

"Please don't just randomly state things like that, Reborn." Tsuna glared lightly at the man who was sitting comfortably on the couch with his legs crossed and knowingly smirking at him like he owned the place. The brunet noted in how handsome Reborn looked in casual clothing before brushing such ridiculous thought away. "How long have you been there?" 

"Been here since you started muttering to yourself." Reborn eyed him with those dark onyx eyes of his. Still unreadable as ever. "Why were you doing that? Muttering to yourself I mean." 

"How'd you get here, Reborn?" Tsuna asked, desperate to change the topic. 

Reborn glared at him. If he had a gun - which he did, of course. This was Reborn we were talking about - he would probably shoot the brunet for being so stupid. "Through the front door." The duh wasn't mentioned, but Reborn's mere silence spoke in volumes. 

Tsuna blushed and laughed awkwardly. "Right. Of course." He walked over to one of the cupboards to retrieve something. "Coffee? That's what you're here for right?"

Reborn's face hardened. "You're not answering the question, Dame-Tsuna. And you know how I don't like repeating myself." Tsuna ignored him, not realizing the consequences for committing such actions, and quietly asked the man what kind of beverage he wanted. 

"Espresso." It was a quick and blunt answer, and the brunet could not help but chuckle. 

Of course. A smile tugged at the corner of Tsuna's lips. 

"Hmm . . ." Tsuna was quick and nimble in the kitchen. For a moment he was here, then he was there, then back here. Honestly, ask the man to cook something up and he'd be back in ten minutes with a pair of chopstick and a delicious cannelloni in  hand. "Here you go." Tsuna placed the drink on the table and looked at the fedora wearing man expectantly. "Go on then. It won't bite you." He chuckled lightly at the look Reborn sent him.  

Reborn glared at him for his pathetic attempt at humor. He took the cup, eyeing the steaming hot drink, before slowly drinking it, enjoying the balanced taste the Espresso offered. 

xXx 

Not bad, no . . . it's . . . actually good, Reborn silently admitted, although only mentally. He would never say any of this out loud; and definitely not to Tsuna of all people. 

 He placed the drink down to look back at a grinning Tsuna, puffy cheeks and all that, (those background flowers were back) at least that cheerful side of his didn't change. 

xXx 

"So?" Tsuna leaned in, practically all over the man's face. Excitement and nervousness being his main motivators. "Is it good, bad? What? Tell me." If it weren't for the fact that the brunet made such a heavenly Espresso that he swore came from the heavens (Damn, did Tsuna have talent in cooking,) Reborn would've shoot him for being so aggressive. 

Reborn rolled his eyes. "Calm down, Dame-Tsuna. How will I be able to tell you with your no good face all over mine." The shout of an indignant hey! was ignored. "It was . . . good." The man looked away, not really used to complimenting people openly like that.

Tsuna giggled at the man's strange ways of expressing his gratitude and nodded. Happy that at least he did one thing right that pleased the freelancer. A comfortable silence fell on them. 

"Do . . ." Tsuna hesitated, licking his bottom lip in nervousness - he didn't know why, but he did - and looking down at his lap then back at Reborn, "do . . . d-do you want to try other beverages perhaps? A latte maybe? Cappuccino? Or-"

"I don't want to be the guinea pig to your coffee experiments, Dame-Tsuna." At that, Tsuna pouted, hurt, watching Reborn continue drinking the beverage with the brunet sending him annoyed eyes. "I don't like how you phrased that, Reborn. That was rather cruel of you."  

"You need to get used to my insults, Dame-Tsuna. Or else you'll forever remain a Dame." Tsuna blushed, muttering something about him using his old nickname as lame comebacks. Reborn ignored the insult for Tsuna's sake. The boy had forgotten what he was capable of. "-And besides, cruel is a common word that humans usually dub me as. "Reborn's eyes glinted maliciously. "Ask my victims for proof."

Tsuna laughed at Reborn's dry sense of humor. Reborn merely stared at his laughing figure. 

"I SMELL GOOD COFFEE TO THE EXTREMEEE!" Reborn and Tsuna jumped; well, Tsuna did, the sudden and loud shout scared the living crap out of him. Reborn just continued drinking without a single care to the world, only raising an eyebrow gracefully to show that he heard the sudden cry of joy. 

"OI, SAWADA." Ryohei 'accidentally' broke the glass sliding door. Tsuna held back a whimper. "I SMELL GOOD COFFEE, CAN YOU MAKE ME SOME?" And once again, for the uncountable time this past week, the talk between Reborn and Tsuna didn't last for long, and this time, it was because of a certain boxer. 

No, not the pineapple twins, not the baseball fanatic, and most definitely not his overprotective right hand man. Nope, this time, it was Sasagawa Ryohei, a man who was known for his overly loud and obnoxious voice, who interrupted them. 

Tsuna resisted the urge to cry. 

"Ah . . . Sasagawa-san . . . " Tsuna stared lifelessly at the shattered glass door in which Ryohei had bravely, as the man put it, jumped into. " . . . We have a door." Tsuna needn't to explain it to the man. It was just that simple. They had a door. Period. 

"DOORS ARE FOR THE WEAK." Tsuna sighed. Reborn scratched his ears, his normal impassive face etched into an angry scowl. Ah. Tsuna smiled wryly as he leaned on the chair. So you see? Even the almighty and detached Reborn couldn't bear the sound of Ryohei's fantastic singing voice. 

Reborn sent him a look. As if to tell him, "I could read your mind perfectly, Dame-Tsuna, don't think you can escape from me." The brunet shivered, waves of dread climbing up and down his spine, and averted his gaze. 

"-HEY SAWADA DID YOU HEAR ME? ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?" A voice, an alarmingly and loud voice, shouted directly into his ear, nearly smashing his eardrum as his head collided with Ryohei's chin. Tsuna cringed and screeched, covering his left ear with his hands as he cowered pathetically underneath Ryohei's extreme and excited gaze. 

"ARE YOU ALRIGHT, SAWADA?" I will be if you could kindly stop screaming at me like that, Tsuna internally shrieked, dangerously on the verge of tears. 

"I'LL PAY YOU BACK SOMEDAY SAWADA." Ryohei grinned. It dawned on Tsuna that he was trying to explain his reasons to him. " I WAS ABOUT A FEW MILES AWAY WHEN I SMELLED IT; I'VE GOTTA ADMIT SAWADA, I JUST HAVEN'T TASTED A COFFEE THAT SMELLED AS INCREDIBLE AS YOURS. IT MUST BE DELICIOUS TO THE EXTREME!" Silence followed after his explanation. 

"E-Eh?" Tsuna blinked, Reborn remained silent, observing them with his perceptive eyes. "W-What do you mean? You mean you smelled that from miles away?" Ryohei nodded and Tsuna's face rapidly drained of color. 

W-What the hell? Tsuna thought. A few miles away his ass. Reborn's face held no emotion, even though his eyes indicated otherwise, however, the brunet wasn't concerned about Reborn as of currently, right now, his attention was fixated on the boxer in front of him in disbelief . . . h-how . . . how was it even humanly possible that Ryohei could have smelled this thing when he was literally that far? Dear God only knows. 

From that day onward, Tsuna dubbed Ryohei as a monster. A loudmouthed and extremely high monster. A monster with a ridiculously keen nose. 

And Mukuro was the one who once said that Hayato was the loyal pup. Tsuna snorted. Clearly, he doesn't know anything about Sasagawa-san; save for that one incident in-which-shall -not-be-named that occurred during our middle school days. Tsuna sighed, remembering the said incident, and shook his head. Both Reborn and Ryohei looked at him in wonder. 

"Okay." Tsuna stretched and smiled. "What would you like me to make for you, Sasagawa-san?" Ryohei sat down beside Reborn, which earned him a hardcore glare because the fedora wearing man, though unannounced, already claimed that comfy couch.

 Tsuna watched them both, his emotion something similar to tenderness as the small smile widen on his features. Enjoying how the two bickered and argued. Well, it was mostly one-sided since Ryohei was the one doing all the arguing with Reborn just sitting there, cross-legged and elegant as ever whilst sending the tanned man death glares that would make a normal person drop dead. 

I just indirectly called Sasagawa-san mad. Tsuna laughed as he headed towards the kitchen, noting to himself to not go anywhere near the various kitchen cutlery. Better stay clear of that area for a while . . . He glared at the items accusingly. They only shone back brightly, mockingly he thought, at him. 

"Sasagawa-san, would you also like an espresso?" 

"COFFEE IS FINE." 

"Err . . ." Tsuna flinched. "Please do lower your voice, Sasagawa-san . . ." 

"ALRIGHT." Tsuna couldn't hep but laugh at their conversation. It was comical.  

Humming as he did the procedure, glaring ever so slightly at the apron hanging defiantly on the wall (he wasn't going to wear that apron, nope,) he smiled warmly, eyes shining ever so slightly as he balanced the drinks in his hand and sending the awaiting men a bright, vibrant smile. 

Ryohei didn't hesitate and just gulped the drink down like it was a beer, exhaling loudly in satisfaction as he finished the heavenly beverage. Reborn glared at him, disgusted at his lack of manners. "SAWADA, THAT WAS BRILLIANT TO THE EXTREME." He pumped his fist into the air. "THAT WAS SERIOUSLY AWARD-WINNING WORTHY, WHY DON'T YOU SET UP YOUR OWN CAFE?" Tsuna smiled, not bothered as he was before at Ryohei's tone, and bowed in gratitude. 

"NO PROBLEM SAWADA." Ryohei grinned. "YOU DESERVE IT TO THE EXTREMEEE." Ryohei's eyes closed and he flashed Tsuna a smile that showed all his straight and white teeth. Tsuna blushed at the compliment. 

"Do shut up, will you?" Reborn groaned, looking like he was going to pummel Ryohei to the ground. "My eardrums can't take anymore of this verbal and vocal abuse." 

"HOW RUDE." Ryohei looked at him. "WHO ARE YOU ANYWAY?" 

"Clearly a being with brains," Reborn said, his face indicating that he was trying too hard to not roll his eyes and punch the man in the face. He was at the end of the couch, his arms crossed and his face emotionless as the boxer let out a cry of protest. 

"Settle down now." Tsuna rolled his eyes. Doing Reborn a favor by accomplishing such actions. "Please do act civilly." Reborn looked over to him, and were it not for Tsuna's understanding of body language, he wouldn't have noticed the twitching of Reborn's fingers in trying to reach for the gun hidden safely and carefully within his vest. Tsuna tried hard not to focus too much on this and averted his eyes. 

"EXTREME COFFEE THOUGH SAWADA." Ryohei grinned, not noticing Tsuna's averting gaze. "IN FACT, I RAN INTO YAMAMOTO TAKESHI THIS MORNING, AND I TOLD-" Tsuna sweat dropped. Ryohei's definition of 'told' was definitely far from what the said word truly meant."-HIM ABOUT THE INTERESTING SMELL COMING HERE IN YOUR HOUSE. HE'LL PROBABLY COME, THAT'S WHY I TOLD YOU. BE PREPARED SAWADA, HAHAHA." 

What? Tsuna mentally asked. As if a deity heard his question, the bell rang. 

An inaudible 'coming' was heard and Tsuna excused himself to open the door, not the least bit surprised - after what Ryohei had just told him - at the person who greeted him. 

 Takeshi gave him a boyish smile. "Yo, Tsuna! Sasagawa-san said something really interesting this morning, I wanted to know what he meant, haha." Takeshi pulled Tsuna in a headlock and ruffled his mane. Tsuna shrieked quietly at the rough gesture of affection. 

"Takeshi-kun, don't do that so suddenly!" Tsuna scolded, relieved when the suffocating hold around his neck lessened. 

"Aha! Sorry Tsuna." Takeshi grinned, and released his hold around Tsuna's neck. The brunet rubbed his throat and sighed. "Well do come in then . . . seeing as you're already here." Tsuna smiled pleasantly, unaware of the blush that made its way in the athlete's face, and beckoned him to enter. 

"Make yourself at home then." His eyes soften, watching the group engage in a battle of words. Reborn was glaring - specifically at Takeshi much to Tsuna's utter bemusement - Takeshi was laughing all the while looking interested in what Ryohei was talking about, and Ryohei was, obviously, talking about boxing sports and the like and at how Takeshi should be a member in his club (or shop, whichever you prefer). 

His eyes trailed over to Reborn, looking very much like a loner with the way he separated himself from the overly noisy group. 

"Are . . . you alright, Reborn?" Tsuna asked as he sat on the recliner that was placed opposite from Reborn's own. "You look - how should I put it? - highly uncomfortable. Seriously Reborn, you look terribly disturbed. Are you troubled?" Tsuna's mouth twitched as the glare was then directed at him. 

"Who wouldn't be? These kids won't shut up." Reborn snorted, (very ungentlemanly, Tsuna noted) jabbing a thumb in the noisy group's direction. 

The group hadn't heard him, and continued with their highly interesting conversation. Tsuna giggled, still unaware of the other's eyes trained on him despite his strong intuition. "Ah, I'm sorry then if you weren't expecting extra guests," Tsuna apologized causing Reborn to snort once more. They both stayed under an awkward silence. Despite the noise the pair beside them made, it was very uncomfortable and unbearable, seeing as they had nothing to talk about. 

" . . . Uh," Tsuna started suddenly, "why don't we go out somewhere then tomorrow? To make up for the loss of time?" the brunet  asked, surprised at his courage of asking someone like Reborn to spend a day with him, yet couldn't help but feel that the words felt just right. 

"Um, if it isn't a bother to you that is." Tsuna was quick to withdraw his question. "And if you say no it's understandable, I mean- if you're up for it, but-" 

"Calm down Dame-Tsuna," Reborn said coolly, arms crossed and brow raised. "You're concluding already that I might not agree, which is very unlike you and very rude." Silence. " Fine. I'll spend a day with you." Tsuna's eyes widen. 

"Really?" Tsuna sounded a little too happy for his own taste, and he wondered why he felt so excited at the prospect of spending an entire day with Reborn. 

This time, the man couldn't resist. Reborn rolled his eyes. "Yes, Dame-Tsuna, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, don't chicken out on it." 

Tsuna pouted, like, actually pouted. Without him knowing. "Hey!" 

Unbeknownst to the duo, Ryohei and Takeshi had stopped talking. Staring instead at a practically gushing Tsuna and a smirking Reborn. 

"Whoa man," Ryohei said, his voice surprisingly in a small whisper. "Is it me or do they act . . . like - like a couple? And what's with those flower around them? Oi, Takeshi? Oi!" 

Takeshi didn't answer. His mouth was set in a thin line and his face was unreadable as he stared at a giggling Tsuna.

xXx

"Mukuro, are you sure about this?" Chrome, a beautiful and stately woman asked her older brother, her amethyst eyes trailing over to the cozy house in the distant. The honorifics were gone and a tense atmosphere surrounded the room. 

"Yes, Nagi," her brother said, a frown plastered on his normally smirking and handsome face. "Let us not bother him so much, he needs his own space." 

Chrome looked over to him, concern written all over her soft features. "But if we don't tell him-"

"We will Nagi, in due time," he said curtly, staring at his fuming sister. "But for now . . . let him enjoy his peace while it lasts." 

Chrome didn't respond, choosing instead to scowl and glare at the house in the distant. Her fingers curled tightly around the cup in her hand as she contemplated in what she was going to do next. 

xXx

Oooh, what's this? The siblings are keeping something? 

Haha, Things are getting interesting.

Next chapter will be Reborn and Tsuna's date xD