Renato Sinclair aka "Reborn" was having a pretty shitty day. Well of course most if not all of his days start out shitty but turn less shitty as they go.

You get it? It's like waking up in your apartment building to have a gun pressed against your temple and having to ruin your expensive ass bed sheets after you killed said person who dared to try to kill you.

And then having to drive to work without your daily expresso because your usual caffe was overbooked and you needed to get to an assassination in a half hour.

Oh but wait! What's this out on the roads? Traffic. Slow, deadly traffic.
Now Reborn is not a very patient man.
But when you add all of these horrible mishaps this morning and blend them into traffic he was beginning to become...how should I say this?

Dangerously furious. But then after the assassination that was absolutely horrible-he doesn't even want to talk about it. He returns home to lie down in bed to take a nap when something happens.

His phone rings. But not just any ring it was one particular ringtone that belonged to a particular person.

None other than the Vongola Nono himself. So now he has to drive all the way to Nono's personal Vongola mansion and try to act interested in whatever the hell Nono wanted him to do.

After a long drive that included gunshots, middle fingers, swear words in at least 10 different languages, and speeding past a red light or two, he finally got there.

He fixed his fedora and with one hand on his hat and the other in his pocket where his gun lays. He walked in.

People stare at him whispering. He rolls his onyx eyes, the usual.
The women had predator gleams in their big eyes. The men had a look of respect and fear in theirs. And reborn?

Reborn looked as he always does no matter what. A prideful, arrogant glint in his own deep dark eyes. The usual smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
As he took prideful long strides towards Nono's office.

When he arrived He greeted Nono with his famous "Ciaossu." And took a seat.
Reborn cleared his throat as to initiate the conversation.

"Reborn," Nono started. "I have a special request for you." The old man smiled crinkles forming around his eyes. Reborn cocked an eyebrow. "Go on." He replied.

The 9th boss chuckled and responded. "It is about the Vongola
Candidates. There is another one.
Iemitsu's son. All the information is in this folder," his wrinkles fingers brought out a light tanned tabbed folder with papers inside. "Your job is to teach him how to be a suitable Decimo."

Reborn looked at Nono with a bit of interest and said, "how much? It seems interesting but not enough to do so for free." Nono smiled warmly again as he laughed. "Oh but wait," Nono paused.

"It gets better. There is a challenge the boy is a civilian. And he is a direct descendant from Primo himself." Reborn straightened up just the slightest. He hummed thoughtfully as he looked through the folder. Reading what it says. 'Must've been made by Iemitsu...dumbass.'

Reborn sighed softly. "Alright, I'll do it. How long do I have?" Nono kept his smile and said "After his high school graduation will be the Ceremony."

Reborn smirked, "that's more than enough time" as he grabbed the paper and walked out of the office past the mansion doors to his car  and into his apartment. Only one thought came to mind.

"Sawada Tsunayoshi I will make your life a living hell."

A.N

Hi! I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in a while I didn't really know people were enjoying reading this ^///^ my bad!

But hopefully you enjoyed this chapter I was going to write more continuing into reborn observing our dear tuna-fish but I have to go to some family reunion thingy today. So I had to cut it short. •A•

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