A/N: I'm quite proud of this story. Never fear those of you reading my other two ongoing stories…they will be updated in due time…I just want to keep things at an even pace. All of you are the greatest readers an aspiring author like me could ever have! :D

Shanagi95: Hehehe. Tsuna will lose control every now and then. It's inevitable.

SoulVrazy: I had the same thought lol

Cellphone-itis: Thank you and I will :D R27 is my OTP too. It's so canon it hurts. But I don't know if I will do it…I will have to reread or rewatch the Arcobaleno arc *Dies* my memory is bad.

Yuu3: Your review reminded me of Hibari. That's a scary thought lol. Thanks xD

Qqsha: Hahaha…yeah lol I wish I had someone like Gokudera lol Thanks XD I figured it was an amusing idea. I'm glad you liked the defenses...poor Tsuna-chan is going to have to rebuild them lol The electric bars around the window were a last minute choice…I had a lot of ideas for that. Yup :D Tsuna knows Yamamoto isn't going to harm him and he understands the need for human contact sometimes but he tends to avoid it usually :) I'm so glad you are enjoying this.

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OrangeSky: Thank you! Tsuna is cool huh? XD Too bad this Tsuna sucks at secrets but maybe it's for the best eh? However some he will guard with his life lest he lose it. I'll update as often as possible…I start school again in a week.

Final Syai Lunar Generation: Thank you! Yes…Tsuna is kawaii. Heh. Hahaha…yeah Reborn and Leon almost got stabbed by a poisonous needle...there were almost too many imbedded in the walls etc. I'm glad I made them out to be awesome…I was uncertain at first. Oh hell yeah…the ball machine is going to be something…so many ideas. I will :3 Plot won't thicken till I get the main people introduced.

Fatesmask: Oh wow 0_0 You reviewed all chapters XD Arigatou! :) I'm so glad you like this :D yayy

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Pairings: Depends. May have a poll. It could be awhile.

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Tis a tragedy.

The sun was peeking over the horizon of Namimori. Many people were either waking up or still asleep. However some people didn't sleep at all. They were too busy fretting over things that most normal people wouldn't bother worrying about right away just so they could have a good night's sleep.

This person was me.

I sighed, not willing to admit I was exhausted. When I went to bed at three a.m. I tossed and turned. You have to understand that the defenses had been around since I was three. My life was saved countless times by them. So restless and twitchy I got back up an hour later and resumed the repairs.

I heard my mom downstairs cooking the breakfast I wasn't going to bother eating. Even if I starved to death I was getting everything back in order. My life meant more than possibly tainted food…especially with that sadistic tutor of mine lurking around. Tch.

Then there was that stupid baseball machine I promised Yamamoto I would make for him. What the hell possessed me to offer my services? Probably the lack of normal, positive human social contact. Or something.

'I need more electrical current rods, wires, and poison, maybe I'll do the poison gas this time?' I mused, calculating the things I needed to replace. "Troublesome…" I sighed, rubbing my temples.

"Indeed…I didn't get the pleasure of hitting you to get you to wake up," Reborn said, leaning against my desk. I really wish he would quit appearing out of nowhere like that. It was making me nervous. Usually I could tell when he was there but I was preoccupied.

Reborn smirked. I also wished he would quit invading my privacy. But that would take a miracle. Something I didn't believe in. Just as I was about to make a scathing reply that would no doubt cause me some form of pain, my mom called up the stairs that breakfast was ready.

"You better hurry down to eat before I eat your entire share," Reborn warned, strolling to the door. I shrugged. "I'm not eating so go on…you presence is distracting me," I grumbled, spreading out a blueprint on my now clean floor. Reborn's eyes narrowed.

"So…I didn't know you could read Italian," Reborn stated casually, watching me as I stiffened.

"Whatever gave you that inane idea?" I asked, trying to not show my discomfort.

"Don't act dumb Mousougata-Tsuna… it's unbecoming of you," Reborn said smugly. I snorted to hide how shaken I felt. "I found your Italian tomes on the Mafia, various forms of torture, and stealth," Reborn said, his voice a low hiss.

"So how long have you known…and how?" He asked, watching me even closer.

I breathed in slowly. Reborn was pushing me. It was pissing me off.

"I merely took an interest in it when I was younger due to reasons you can no doubt figure out on your own if you haven't already…it doesn't mean I know much of anything at all that you're implying," I replied evenly, my knuckles white.

'Cunning reply…doesn't give much away but confirms what I already knew to be true.' Reborn thought, feeling sort of proud for his student.

'That assassination attempt when he was three…that pathetic Aika woman probably let it all slip.' Reborn mused, dark eyes glinting. It was possible Tsuna did know. Reborn couldn't take that chance. He had to know for sure if his teaching methods he had devised would work.

'He has skill with poisons…maybe I should call her if she hasn't already arrived.'

"I see…don't think you can escape telling me all your secrets," Reborn replied his face shadowed as he left my room.

I scowled. I wasn't fooled. Since Reborn found my Italian books I had no doubt he reported to the Ninth or my…father. That man…how I detested him.

To get my mind off of Reborn, detestable fathers, and a conniving Ninth Vongola Boss I continued my plans.

KHR

Nana hummed when she set down plates of food for Reborn and Tsuna and herself. When she turned around she saw Reborn. "Oh Reborn-chan! Good morning," she greeted cheerfully. "Morning Maman," Reborn replied, sitting down. When she didn't see her son she frowned slightly.

"Mou~ Don't tell me Tsu-kun is inventing again…he never comes down to eat when he is cooped up in his room making things," she said, pouting. Reborn raised an eyebrow.

"Does this happen often?" he asked, intrigued. Nana sighed softly. "Hai…he gets like this frequently," she replied, wrapping her son's food up so he could eat it later.

"I see…" Reborn murmured, sipping his espresso.

'That's not healthy behavior even if he has a Paranoid Disorder…' Reborn mused thoughtfully.

KHR

I gave it up as a lost cause. It would be impossible to do some of what I needed to do without going to the store. Usually I would just borrow (steal) things around the neighborhood but I didn't need the added suspicion.

How annoying.

But I suppose it was inevitable since some things are needed to make Yamamoto's machine. Eventually I decided to make it first so it would be done on Monday.

More sleepless nights. Yay.

I dragged my tool set out of my closet scowling that my secret compartment had been discovered.

Stupid snooping Reborn.

Personally I didn't care if Reborn and the Vongola found out I knew more than I let on. But it could affect me in other more unsavory ways if people I didn't want finding out anything decided to take action. My successful hacking on the Vongola's and various other Mafia databases over the years was under no circumstances to be found out. I shuddered. That's the only secret I cared about.

Eventually I climbed off the floor, grabbed my wallet, and left my room.

"Where you going Mousougata-Tsuna?" Reborn asked, suddenly jumping on my shoulder. I twitched. Reborn does that to annoy me.

"As if you don't know," I muttered. Reborn whacked me on the head. "Itai," I moaned, rubbing the sore spot. "If you must know I'm heading to the store for things I need," I replied.

I called out to my mom in the kitchen that I was going out before leaving. I was startled momentarily when I saw Gokudera standing by the gate. I waved awkwardly when his eyes lit up when he saw me.

"Hey Gokudera-kun…um…what are you doing here? Not that I'm not glad to see you or anything," I asked, scratching the back of my head. "I came here to see Juudaime! Where are we going?" he asked, with a smile.

I couldn't help but to note Gokudera looked better when he smiled than when he scowled.

"Ah…just going to the store for things," I replied. Reborn smirked. The Ninth's idea to send Gokudera Hayato was a stroke of genius. He is perfect for Tsuna's Storm Guardian. Then he frowned slightly. He had yet to try the Dying Will Bullet on Tsuna. From what he had observed so far he doubted it would work.

For one thing Tsuna was hyper aware of everything around him. A testament to this was that he seemed to somehow be aware of his presence. That in itself was an impressive feat. His agility would cause him to evade it. And most importantly…

Tsuna has yet to display any obvious regrets about anything.

Unless it concerned his own wellbeing he didn't seem to care about regretting things. He also didn't seem overly distraught that Reborn had found his hidden Italian books.

'Looks like there will be a slight change in my plans…' Reborn thought, not overly upset.

Suddenly Tsuna tensed and halted his steps. He barely made it out of the way when a grenade blasted the street. Gokudera had leapt aside as well to avoid the blast then looked around for me, panicking.

I coughed from the smoke. Then I heard a childish voice start screaming. I looked up at a tree to see something strange. My eye twitched. 'What. The. Hell.?' I thought.

"AHAHAHA! I THE GREAT LAMBO-SAN OF THE BOVINO FAMILGLIA WILL DESTORY YOU REBORN!" a small child wearing a cow suit and horns exclaimed. Reborn didn't seem to be fazed. In fact he ignored the cow child completely.

"He seems to know you Reborn," I muttered, watching the cow creature pout when he didn't get a response. "I do not associate with lower breeds from small Mafia Famiglias such as the Bovino Famiglia," Reborn said dismissively.

"How harsh," I deadpanned.

"OI! How dare you nearly hurt Juudaime?!" Gokudera yelled angrily, withdrawing his dynamite. I panicked and started to run. Getting blown up wasn't part of my plans at all.

Reborn was smirking slightly. I scowled at him. The ensuing explosions and taunts from behind me spurred me to run faster. I noticed that the child called Lambo was leaping trees with Gokudera not far behind. Then the cow child tripped over the next branch he was leaping to and fell to the ground.

I resisted the urge to facepalm. Gokudera caught up with me after deeming the child not a true threat. But I kept feeling the child following us all the way to town. It wasn't hard. I sighed when Lambo suddenly jumped in front of us with a large machine gun in his arms.

My eye twitched. Children even those from Mafia Famiglias should not use weapons when they were inexperienced.

"Lambo-san has returned! Prepare yourself to die Reborn!" Lambo screeched, taking aim at Reborn who was on my shoulder.

I snapped.

"DON'T FUCKING AIM THAT THING AT ME!" I screamed, whipping out my gun, shooting at Lambo who hopped on his feet as though standing on hot coals to avoid the bullets.

Then Gokudera intervened by tossing dynamite at Lambo who was blasted far away in the direction of my neighborhood. This annoyed me even further. I stuffed my gun back under my shirt.

Throughout all this Reborn was snoozing, a bubble coming out of his nose.

"Tch…nice to know you can sleep with the racket," I grumbled, frowning at him.

"Juudaime was awesome!" Gokudera cried watching me reverently. I massaged my temples. A headache was building up. It wasn't even afternoon yet!

"Thanks…I think," I muttered, my heart still pounding from my panic attack. I hoped we didn't encounter any more crazy people despite the fact two crazy people were with me at the moment. But I'm never that lucky.

I darted to the side when someone on a bike nearly hit me. The screech of tires forced me to look at the person who nearly turned me into road kill. I felt a dangerous scowl creep across my face. Gokudera started to convulse, holding his stomach looking like he was in pain. I looked down at him in concern but eventually decided it wasn't serious.

The attractive woman with long pinkish hair looked me at me with a small smirk. Then she saw Reborn.

I instantly grabbed Reborn off my shoulder and tossed him at her. I knew that kind of look. It was the one women had when they saw something cute and were about to attack you for it. Reborn woke up with a slight glare at me to land in her arms.

"Oohh~ Reborn, I found you," the crazy lady cried, hugging Reborn to her. I snickered. Reborn's eyes promised pain later. I shivered.

"Hello Bianchi," Reborn said impassively. 'An ex-girlfriend eh, Reborn?' I thought, amused. The slight killing intent directed at me from Reborn shut my mind and mouth up.

I decided that I wasted enough time being distracted and walked ahead, trying to leave them behind.

No dice. Gokudera had recovered looking slightly green and ran to catch up. "What stores are we going to Juudaime?" he asked excitedly, trying not to puke. I just thanked what dimly lit lucky stars I had that Bianchi and Reborn decided to stay behind to…catch up.

"The hardware store and appliance store," I replied dully. It was a good thing I saved money like a miser because I was about to go broke.

"I'll carry all your stuff Juudaime!" Gokudera cried. Gokudera made me tired but in a way I was fond of his overenthusiasm. I didn't know why.

I blamed it on the lack of a constant social life I never wanted.

It wasn't busy in the commercial market which I was thankful for. I would go crazy like Hibari-san in a crowd. Not something I felt like going through at the moment. I walked into the hardware store first.

I was going through the list in my mind of what I needed. It was quite a lot. Since Reborn fried out my circuits, wires, etc. I had to replace those too but those could be obtained from a different source. At the moment I was glad that crazy lady showed up to keep Reborn busy.

She put me on edge though smelling of odious fumes. Perhaps Gokudera had an allergic reaction to it? Oh well…wasn't my concern. I snagged some poisonous chemicals in the cleaning aisle.

It was then I spotted something in the store. The dark smirk that curled my lips scared off a few kids nearby.

'You better look out Reborn…'

Needless to say Gokudera had a lot to carry. I grabbed cable rods, cords, metal sheets, ceramic pots, and electrical emergency adapters.

I felt Reborn and that woman, Bianchi's eyes watching us. Gokudera didn't seem to notice as he was proclaiming something about genius or whatever. I wasn't paying attention to his babbling. Scowling, I shifted the bags in my arms to walk faster. Being spied upon made me nervous.

BSTS

On the rooftops of the stores Reborn and Bianchi stared down at his student and brother respectively. Bianchi's face was tinged with disdain for the one taking Reborn away from her. Vongola Decimo or no she hated him. "You know the consequences of treachery are if you kill or maim the future Decimo correct?" Reborn stated casually, dark eyes watching his student in interest.

Bianchi sniffed. "Of course…but this is the second time a student has taken you away from me and our fun times of assassination," she said, sounding put out.

"The Ninth has requested this of me…I have no choice," Reborn said, shrugging. Bianchi sighed dramatically.

"So I really can't poison him?" she wailed. Reborn turned to face her slowly, dark eyes glinting darkly.

"I'd be careful…you may end up being the one who is poisoned but by all rights go ahead…I don't care if you get killed for treachery," Reborn said callously. Bianchi didn't seem offended.

"We shall see," she said.

BSTS

Gokudera and I finally got home. Mom had called out to us that she made us sandwiches and lemonade.

My stomach growled but I pushed the feeling back.

Gokudera had told me who that woman was. She was his half-sister. Also known as the Poison Scorpion. I would be keeping an extra eye on her. Until then I was going to be extra diligent with what I ate…she could poison it without me noticing or something. I was interrupted by my thoughts when a black and white blur whipped past me.

"Lambo-san wants cookies Mamma!" a familiarly obnoxious voice yelled. My eye twitched.

Nana came out of the kitchen; picking up the cow child that tried (failed) to kill Reborn earlier.

"That would spoil your lunch," Nana scolded gently.

"Tsu-kun! This child knows Reborn-chan! So he will stay here…poor dear doesn't seem to have anywhere else to go," she said cheerfully. I rolled my eyes.

"That's fine…make sure he stays away from me or I'm not responsible for anything that may happen to him," I muttered, climbing the stairs. Gokudera was glaring at the stupid cow that had nearly hurt his Juudaime.

Then the cow brat had the nerve to blow a raspberry at him. He dropped the bags he was carrying on the floor as Nana let the cow child down. "Stupid cow! How dare you impose on Juudaime and his mother like this? Go back to where you came from!" Gokudera snarled, shaking a fist at Lambo.

"Octopus head!" he taunted, before laughing back to the kitchen where Nana was. Gokudera angrily fisted the dynamite in his jacket about to pursue the stupid cow when his Juudaime called down the stairs for his other stuff. Reeling in his anger, he picked the bags back up before walking towards Juudaime's room.

I sighed, rubbing my temples when I heard the argument downstairs. Honestly…he felt like he was the only mature one in the house at times.

I had torn apart the electrical circuit box across the street that powered the lamps at night while everyone was still sleeping. It had been fun to do. Now I had all the wires and things needed to begin.

I grabbed my toolkit and began. Gokudera had set down my bags and was watching me with wide, reverent eyes. Frankly it was quite creepy.

"If you're hungry you can go get some of my mom's food," I said, hoping he would get the hint. He didn't.

"No…I'd rather watch Juudaime's genius at work!" he cried. I sighed again. I've been doing that a lot lately. "But she will be sad that you didn't eat it…" I said, playing the sympathy card.

Gokudera looked thoughtful for a second before brightening. "I'll just bring the food up here," he replied, getting to his feet.

"Alright…but please don't argue with Lambo," I muttered absently screwing a bolt into place. He grunted at the mention of the stupid cow but didn't disagree. "Anything for Juudaime!" he said before walking out of my room.

For a few moments it was quiet until my danger instincts flared causing me to jerk my head back a few millimeters to avoid the kick that surely would've connected. Reborn had an approving is slightly disappointed smirk on his face. I scowled at him before turning back to my work even though my hand was twitching to take the blow torch next to me to use on him.

Reborn watched me for a moment, his chameleon, Leon mirroring his blank expression. I couldn't concentrate with those looks on me so I stopped before turning to face them with an irritated look.

"May I help you?" I said though clenched teeth reverting to Italian due to stress. Reborn didn't let his surprise show by my language switch.

"What could you help me with Mousougata-Tsuna? I'm merely testing how good your concentration is under pressure," Reborn replied in Italian.

I debated the pros and cons of ignoring Reborn. The cons outweighed the pros mostly due to the fact I'd rather not have to dodge bullets. The Hitman tutor much like Hibari didn't like to be ignored.

"Well…I believe you know the answer so please quit staring at me please," I said testily, facing Reborn while dragging my work to sit in front of me. This is so I could watch Reborn's actions whilst working.

'His reaction time is good…if a tad too much of an overreaction…with this sort of attitude the Dying Will Bullet will be practically useless…besides the only way he would regret something is if it was due to his stupidity over not protecting himself well enough.' Reborn mused, gazing past his student.

If he was a lesser man or infant he was sure he would be backing away from his student when he started to weld the metal sheets together. That look on his face was a bit manic. 'How endearing.' Reborn thought sardonically. It impressed him if only slightly how fast Tsuna had configured the mess of wires and other parts within what would soon be Yamamoto's new baseball machine. It would've taken even Verde longer than just a half hour.

I looked up, vaguely wondering what was taking Gokudera so long. Reborn suddenly leaped on my head. I resisted the urge to throw him from my head. It wouldn't be wise.

"His sister is downstairs so he is probably being held back by his sickness," Reborn stated casually. He inspected his student's reaction. Or lack of.

'Would it kill him to show some concern for his subordinates? Or is he hiding it?' Reborn wondered, eyes narrowing.

"Why is your ex here anyways?" I muttered, setting aside the blowtorch, letting the nearly completed machine cool.

I withheld the cry of pain when Reborn stomped his foot on my head hard. "She's here to teach you alongside me," Reborn said.

"I doubt I would have need to learn anything form her," I grumbled, eyeing the machine skeptically. There was something missing. Hm…

I grabbed some wires, mostly the red ones, a plastic knob, a cord, and an adaptor before making a control switch for emergencies. The generic one was already made. This would ensure that if something caused it to malfunction such as devious manfants (Reborn ) it could be turned off.

Reborn didn't reply. Whether his student or his ex liked it or not Bianchi will teach him the art of poison.

I wiped the perspiration off my forehead. It was done. I sweatdropped. I may have gone too far.

It looked more like a weapon than a baseball machine. Like a cannon with spikes. I had put wheels on it for easy mobility.

Reborn hopped off my head to land on my bed. I stiffened when he pointed his gun at me casually.

"Test it out…or you won't get dinner either," Reborn ordered, a small evil smirk on his face.

I rolled my eyes, warily watching him as I grabbed some baseballs I had filched from Yamamoto that day at the park. The moron hadn't even noticed.

Gokudera was nowhere to be seen. He must've gone home to get away from his sister. Oh well. I squashed the concern I felt for the bomber and continued to the back yard.

Bianchi and Lambo had followed curiously while Nana was cleaning the living room before making dinner. I blinked. Time had flew…had it really been seven hours since they had gotten back from the stores?

I sighed. My perception of time is skewered where my projects are concerned.

I positioned the machine to face the fence, putting several baseballs into it. Suddenly getting an idea, I slowly turned towards Lambo who eyed me with fear.

"Do you want to play baseball?" I asked sweetly. The child shrank away from me, hiding behind d Bianchi who looked at me with disdain.

"No? Reborn?" I inquired. My eye twitched. In the few seconds I had turned away from him he had donned baseball gear and was equipped with a bat.

'How the hell does he do that?' I wondered.

Reborn smirked before readying the bat. He wanted to really test how good his student's inventions were. Sure he had saw firsthand the destructive defenses in his room but this was a different thing.

With a cruel tilt of my lips, I twisted the knob on the machine. The spikes on top of it started to whirl, flashing in the light of the dimming sun before with a cacophonous boom a baseball shot out like a cannonball towards Reborn. Reborn's eyes widened a fraction before he whacked the ball over the fence then readied for another and another. He felt the bat in his hands crack and splinter. The last ball whistled past him to make a hole in the fence.

'I'll have to fix that later…' I thought, irritated.

Lambo was gaping, his green eyes wide in amazement. Whether by Reborn's skill or by the machine I didn't know.

Bianchi's eyes were wide as she hurried over to Reborn. I shut the machine off before the battery died.

"That is a Mafia worthy machine," Reborn said nonchalantly as Bianchi hugged him. I snorted. If Reborn showed his emotions like a normal person I was sure he would look disgruntled.

I grabbed the machine to go back inside. Lambo followed me, no longer looking as scared as awed.

"Lambo-san wants to learn from you to become a better Hitman than Reborn!" he cried. I raised an eyebrow at him. "If that translates to making you weapons I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline teaching you anything," I replied, ruffling my hair in agitation.

Lambo pouted but didn't look deterred. Weird kid.

I dragged the machine up to my room, putting it in my packed closet.

Bianchi was in the kitchen with my mom helping with dinner. "You! Don't defile the food," I demanded.

"Don't be rude to our guest Tsu-kun…Bianchi is a great help," Nana reprimanded softly. Bianchi smirked at my annoyed expression.

"Tch…don't blame me for the food poisoning," I muttered, stalking out of the room. Reborn hopped onto my shoulder. "You should learn manners too Mousougata-Tsuna," Reborn said, whacking a mallet at my head. My eyes watered.

I didn't deign to respond. My destination was my desk drawer where my poison detecting chemicals were. I didn't want to do this in front of Reborn but he was likely to find out eventually anyways. I just had to find new spots to put it so he wouldn't be able to tamper with it for his amusement.

After mixing it and putting it in a vial, I walked down the stairs again to sit at the table. Lambo was running around the kitchen getting in my mom's and Bianchi's way. I facepalmed. It's almost been two days…I was already missing the peace.

Reborn hopped down into a chair where a china cup of espresso sat. My mom had started to make it for him since it was his favorite drink. That bitter stuff was gross. I pulled a face.

Reborn ignored me and my distaste for his favorite beverage.

My mom set down a plate of food in front of me. When she went back to getting more I quickly tore the top off the vial and drizzled the contents on the food. My sharp eyes caught the sizzling it made when something was poisoned. My eyes narrowed and put the contaminated parts into a napkin. Throughout all this I felt Reborn's eyes on me. Bianchi looked disappointed that her attempt hadn't work.

"There's hope for you yet," Reborn said. 'So he knew…' I thought, annoyed.

I watched as Lambo fought for the last piece of teriyaki chicken with Reborn being the victor. Lambo's eyes welled with tears.

"Must…stay…calm," he sniffled, falling on his side.

Nana comforted Lambo with promises of ice cream after dinner. I prayed my sanity could hold up for how long this lasted.

I abruptly got up from the table. My mom, startled, called after me. "Tsu-kun! Don't you want some ice cream?"

"No." I replied coldly. How could she be so…dense? It was beyond me at times. But it was a good thing considering my activities over the years. I sneered. My worthless father was just as bad but at least mom was actually here if not always in mind.

I stared at my room knowing it was another sleepless night for me. In a way I was excited for Monday to come even if the schoolwork was boring if only to give Yamamoto his machine.

In a way Monday will be a hassle…I had a feeling I will probably meet more unwanted people.

I immediately began my repairs. I drilled square slots into the walls, erecting the ceramic pots that I had attached wires and power sources to the inside then connecting the sensor to my remote.

I made sure there was a year's supply of my homemade gunpowder in them. I made four of them for each corner of my room. Then I took the electrical bars connected to the power box outside in the bushes, added sharp spikes that would shoot from it by the slightest provocation onto them, to the window again.

Then I set about inserting extra needles into my walls and floors that I had coated with poison. I looked up at the ceiling in thought. Something should be added up there too.

Hours passed and I never did notice Reborn watching me work. I would curse myself for it later but at the moment I didn't care, to engrossed with my work. I yanked my ladder out of the closet, careful not to hit the baseball machine.

I coated flammable oil on the ceiling with a brush before erecting matches on metal fixtures left over from the metal sheets I used for the baseball machine. Then I connected the sensor from the various wires hidden within the metal to my remote so I could hit the button and make flames erupt whatever crawled across the ceiling in an assassin like manner. This was a last resort, spur of the moment idea. I was almost reluctant to go through with this defense not wanting my room to somehow go up in flames. The matches will react to the wires acting as a conduit to brush against the ceiling to ignite.

I was exhausted but I kept going. I'll literally go homicidal if Reborn or any other motherfucker ruined my work again.

I set about putting explosives on trip wire under and around my bed that could only be activated by me or the sensors that detected ill intent from any other source besides its creator. That was tricky work. Took me several years to get it right and many close scrapes with death. Sometimes I wondered if it was my own fault for my paranoia. It was almost four in the morning by the time I felt I had done enough. Reborn had long since curled up on his hammock across from my bed.

I made sure to leave that area relatively unscathed. Incurring Reborn's wrath wasn't a good idea if I ever planned to grow old.

I fell onto my bed, making sure the remote was within reach under my pillow before drifting off into oblivion.

BSTS

AN: I couldn't fit I-pin in there but you have Lambo and Bianchi. *Scratches head sheepishly* Sorry lol Anyways…please R&R :)

-Tragic