A/n: Hello, my lovely Dragons! I'm very sorry about the break, but please note that updates may be irregular. This chapter takes place after the Ring Battles, because we know those and I'm not rehashing what we already know. As a treat, this update gets two extras! Two! I"ve really impressed myself. Please enjoy!

Tsuna sat up from his soft, warm bed and groaned. His whole body ached from the fight with Xanxus. What a week it had been. Tsuna was really starting to feel the need for a break again. Maybe he would get Harry to go with him after he gets back. He blinked blurry eyes and stared out the window. Ah, it was so peaceful... When would Harry get back?

Tsuna turned to the calendar on the wall. Oh, that's right, he would get back today. He turned back to the window and stared at it for a long moment before jerking back as baleful eyes watched him. Harry hopped into the room, and continued staring at Tsuna. "Tsuna, why do your Flames have traces of Xanxus' Flames?"

Tsuna paled, "Umm, well, you see..." He turned to look anywhere but that unblinking gaze, "He came to Namimori so he could challenge me for the Vongola rings?'

"Was that a question?" Harry inquired, inching closer. "Because if it was, then the answer is probably yes. If it wasn't, then that means I have some heads to bash. I have a good idea of who would put Xanxus up to something like that."

"Uh...Ummm..." Tsuna backed away, and Harry followed him. "It was a statement?" Harry gave an inquiring look, and Tsuna realized there was no way to get out of it. He had to throw someone to the crows in order to satisfy Harry. "It was all Nono's fault! He's still here in Japan, and he's leaving tomorrow!"

Harry stilled, and then growled, showing far more teeth than a crow should have. "Timoteo, huh... We'll just see what he thinks he's doing." Harry hop-stalked to the window and then paused. "Hey, Tsuna. Do you know if Xanxus has had any alone time recently?"

Tsuna thought for a moment, recalled the way Xanxus' Set stuck to him like glue, and made his decision. "I don't think so. I think his Set has been so worried about possible side-effects that they're afraid to leave him by himself. If you're looking for him, Reborn set up a meeting with him later, I think he said it was to get the pecking order right, or something like that."

"That's not good. If he seemed extremely aggressive and hotheaded, that would be why." Harry shook himself, and let loose with a dark cackle, "But since you have a meeting with him later... That means I can go after Timoteo first. Oh, Timoteo, you better be prepared. I warned you what would happen. I warned you."

Tsuna shivered, and wondered if it was a good idea to tell Harry after all. Well, it wasn't like there was anything he could do now. He just hoped they all managed to survive the storm that was Harry.

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Harry flounced right onto the table right in front of where Timoteo was sitting. He was angry. Not quite to the point of being pushed to the breaking point, but still angry. Timoteo was an old fool who did all the wrong things for the right reasons. Part of the reason Harry was so upset was that he understood why Timoteo did what he did. However, just because he understood didn't mean he agreed.

He sighed. His day had been going so well. He'd just gotten back from his week-and-a-half long trip to the Manor, where he met up with Luna and Hermione. They had had a massive breakthrough on the Arcobaleno Curse. It turned out that his feeling was right, that them being babies wasn't a part of the Curse. No, the real Curse was that they were immortal.

Oh, they could still die, but it was very difficult. Luna and Hermione had a theory on why they were babies, but nothing was concrete yet. Hermione had asked him to arrange for him to come up here so she could see the differences between several different Skies. It wasn't a lot, but it had broken through the stalemate of research and mystery.

"Corvo, what are you doing here?" Timoteo, for all that he supposedly wasn't expecting him, didn't look surprised at all.

"You know exactly why I'm here, Timoteo. What made you think I wouldn't find out about this stunt you pulled? What made you think you could lie to Xanxus, let him believe he could become the Decimo? What made you think it was a good idea to give Tsuna the Vongola rings? He's a child! You know that, and you're still pushing more and more responsibility on him."

"He can handle it! If he's going to be the Boss of the Vongola, he should be capable of handling it! This is what's best for the Family, Harry, surely you understand that! And as for Xanxus, I was only protecting him, doing what was best for him! He should never have found out," defended Timoteo.

"But he did! And you should have been the one to tell him! You have several years to go before you die, Timoteo. If you're going to make the boy Decimo, then I'm going to make sure you do it right. You have no right to expose him to all of this when he's only barely adjusted to the fact that he's even training to be the boss. You have no right!" Harry hissed, gesturing with his wings for emphasis.

Timoteo stared at him for a moment, and then an empty sadness filled his eyes. He looked older than he should. "You're correct, I have no right. I think...I think I forgot that Tsunayoshi is a child. I was too caught up in the bigger picture to notice. Intellectually, I knew, but somehow it just didn't register." He sighed and leaned back in his chair. "I think it would be good if you took over his training. You see the bigger picture while not losing sight of the people themselves."

Harry considered it. It was a good opportunity. He would have a better excuse to stay with Tsuna than just "I'm here because Reborn is an idiot." It would be remarkably similar to what he did for Xanxus (that Timoteo still didn't know about), only without the sneaking around. "I accept. However," Harry leaned forward, "You stay the fuck away from Xanxus and Tsuna. If I find you meddling again, I will not be held responsible for what I do." Harry finished, baring his crow-teeth again.

Timoteo sighed again. "Very well. I suppose that's the least of what I deserve. I highly doubt either of them would want to see me in any case."

Harry was satisfied, if still slightly angry, so on his way out via the window, he may have knocked a few of the priceless vases in the corridor over with his magic. He would be back later to cause some havoc. Just because he took the offer didn't mean he wouldn't have his revenge.

Well, he thought as he flew out the window, that was one conversation down. Now he just needed to find Xanxus.

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When Harry finally found Xanxus about an hour later, the scene he stumbled upon was almost comical. Xanxus had apparently finally snapped. He had his guns out, aiming to disable, no kill, and his Guardians were cowering away from him, looking hilariously betrayed. They should have known what would happen if they were too clingy. Especially since Xanxus was predisposed to violence as the answer.

Harry grinned at the scene and flew down on quiet wings, landing on Xanxus' shoulder just in time to prevent him from maiming one of his Guardians. Xanxus's head whipped around to stare at him, and he stared back. Xanxus lowered his guns with a muttered "clingy bastards, all of them," and sighed. "What the fuck are you doing here, bastard?"

"I happen to know who both my parents are, thank you very much," Harry retorted, relaxing into the familiar conversation, his Flames reaching out to gently stroke Xanxus's ruffled feathers.

"What, were they both just as annoying as you?" Xanxus shot back, one hand petting Harry's head.

Squalo sighed and started herding the rest of Xanxus's Set out of the way. He knew there were only two ways that conversation could end, and he didn't want to be around for either of them. As bad as having to answer the questions of his fellow Guardians was (he did /not/ have the patience for it), being around Corvo and Xanxus when shit got real was far worse.

Harry waited until Squalo and the rest of Xanxus's groupies were out of sight before he released the unholy grin he'd been restraining and said, "So, you know how you always wanted a little brother?"

"No..." Xanxus turned a Suspicious Glare on him, "Harry, what have you done now? Please tell me you didn't pick up another shitty stray again."

"He's not shitty!" Harry wilted under the increased Suspicious Glare. "Really, he's not! He's just... a little shy. That's all."

Xanxus put a hand to his head and sighed, "Who is it this time?"

Harry looked away, shifting on his feet and trying to figure out how to break the news, when Xanxus's eyes widened in realization. "No. You didn't..." Xanxus groaned, "It's the fluffy little Sky, isn't it? He's the one you've picked up? God damn it. I just got finished fighting his Set, and now you want me to make nice with him? I don't do that shit, bastard. I really don't."

"Speaking of the fight..." Harry raised one wing and smacked the back of Xanxus's head, "What the hell were you thinking? I know you knew that you wouldn't be able to put the damn rings on, so what the fuck was the point? Seriously!"

Xanxus laughed a deep gravel laugh that Harry hadn't thought he would hear again, "I just had to make sure that the Vongola Boss wasn't going to be a weak little shit with no regard for his comrades. That's all. I wasn't really trying. Trust me, if I was, this would have turned out very different. As it is, he's weak, but he has potential, and I can see him becoming a good Boss."

"That makes a surprising amount of sense, coming from you. I am impressed. Perhaps spending some time cooling off gave you more brain cells."

"Oi, what the fuck are you saying? Don't you fly off, you bastard bird! I can and will come after you!"

"I'm not flying off! I'm just... going to meet my maker!"

Xanxus facepalmed, "Are you 'pining for the fjords?'"

"Yes, yes I am!"

"Then I suppose I shall have to dispose of you. It wouldn't do to have you looking so ugly during your final moment, now would it?"

"Stay away from me, demon! I will smite you if you come close to me!"

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Tsuna should have known better than to trust that Harry's surprise would be a normal surprise, like cake or sushi or something. Nope. In fact, the surprise looked just as surprised as Tsuna felt. It really didn't help that the surprise was the man who had been trying to kill him just a few days ago. Tsuna could already feel the crow-induced headache coming on. Xanxus looked like he felt the same.

Tsuna decided to hell with it, his life was already weird, why not make it weirder, and stuck his hand out in the strange Italian greeting, "Hello, my name is Tsunayoshi. I'm the person you were trying to kill. Nice to meet you." Tsuna was so proud of himself, there wasn't a single trace of sarcasm in his voice.

Xanxus shook his hand, "My name is Xanxus, I'm the person who tried to kill you. Very nice to meet you." There was a definite edge to his voice that was only enhanced by the Death Glare that he sent to Harry. Tsuna very much agreed with the gesture, and copied the Death Glare. "I knew we would meet at some point, but I thought it would be a couple days after the attempted murder. Harry did not agree."

"Yes," Tsuna replied. "I can see that. I guess we're stuck now, so we might as well get along."

"If by 'get along,' you mean, 'try not to kill each other,' then I am on board with that."

"You know," Harry said, "You two are taking this much better than I thought you would. I expected much more screaming and fighting. A lot more fighting."

Xanxus and Tsuna exchanged a glance, and then turned their identical Death Glares on Harry once more. "We are bonding over our current mutual dislike of you. People do not count as surprises, much less people who tried to kill each other."

"Well," Harry squeaked. "At least you're bonding over something?"

The Death Glare Duo grinned at each other, and immediately set about making Harry's life hell. Later it would set in that enemies were now allies (Tsuna), and that there was absolutely no chance of getting away from having an honorary sibling (Xanxus). At the moment, however, ignoring those things seemed like a brilliant idea.

Extra One - Tsuna's Boss Voice (all of this is true)

"Okay, Tsuna. Today you're going to learn how to speak like a boss."

"What? What do you mean, speak like a boss?"

"You need to project your voice more so that people can actually hear you. Part of that is using your diaphragm to support your lungs and push the air out instead of relying on your vocal chords and throat."

"Umm... okay?"

"Step one! Suck your stomach in and push out."

"What?"

"Suck your stomach in and push out."

"Like this?"

"Exactly! Now when you are speaking, use your stomach muscles to push the air out. It will result in much less stress on your vocal chords, so you can talk longer and speak clearer. It's a win-win situation."

"Awesome!"

"You only have the first part though. When you breathe, breathe through your mouth so it's inaudible. When you inhale, expand your rib cage. You should be able to look in a mirror and have the change be visible. Oh, don't forget to support."

"Sooo... Like this?"

"Better. Now stand up straight, as if you have a string leading from the top of your head to the ceiling. Move your legs shoulder width apart and make sure your knees aren't locked. If you keep them locked, it will prevent oxygen from flowing correctly and you will pass out. So don't do it, okay?"

"Right, passing out is bad. Very bad. No locked knees."

"Well, now you have the basics. I want this to all be habit for you, so if I see you being lax, I will smack you. Also, even if you're not speaking, make sure your stomach muscles are engaged. That is all."

"All...the..time...?"

"Yup. Because if you don't...bad, bad things are going to happen."

Extra Two - Harry's Revenge

For once in his relatively long life, Timoteo was completely and utterly baffled. There were absolutely no words to describe what was happening to his mansion. Well, there were words, he just didn't like them. He disliked those words quite a bit.

Miniature Bouncing Sheep of Exploding Confetti. He assumed that was what the sheep currently doing their very best to ruin his mansion were called, because each and every one of them had a vest on that proclaimed that in large friendly letters, with MBSEC in a smaller, more elegant font underneath. There were even a few sheep who had vests that said "Special MBSEC Ops Commander." Those were the ones directing the chaos.

He sighed in relief as his people (the people he paid to deal with these things) seemed to figure out a way to contain them, and then sobbed in despair as the sheep grew demon wings out of nowhere and flew out of the enclosure and back into the chaos. This continued for hours. They would figure out how to contain the sheep, and then the sheep would escape, normally at the directions of their commanders.

When the sheep finally seemed to be getting tired and he thought it couldn't get any worse, all of the sheep took to the skies, arranged themselves in a pattern, and bombarded the previously untouched yard. When they were finished and there were no more sheep in sight, he sighed in relief. It was finally over.

It was only later, when someone had the bright idea to take a picture of the yard from the roof of the mansion that he realized that remaining confetti that refused to be removed spelled out in large, block letters, "YOU DON'T MESS WITH THE CORVO."