"Since we cannot change reality, let us change the eyes which see reality." – Nikos Kazantzakis

Kawahira despised being a father.

He didn't even consider these unstable, wild adults as his children, but that was what Sepira had said when she gave life to them (not in the sense of pregnancy, no—she quite literally made them out of whatever she got her hands on and Kawahira didn't bother to ask). They didn't even start out as babies because the world's creation apparently had a deadline. He didn't think too much of it. The mystics of the universe were not his domain and he barely understood how they worked—that was Sepira's job and she rarely told him anything about it either.

Wonderful.

Another distant crash sounded from the hallway five rooms down. Kawahira's brow twitched. His grip nearly slipped from his cup when a yelp tore through the silence. Was it so hard to ask for a peaceful day?

He scowled. "Did you only work on their bodies and not on their minds?"

Sepira laughed daintily behind her hand. "I think they're wonderful."

"They destroyed our home countless times already. Aren't you tired of rebuilding it?"

The infuriating smile never left his companion's face. "Not at all! There are always things to fix and replace afterwards. It's a very refreshing process, don't you think?"

Gunshots suddenly ricocheted loudly outside, drawing closer and closer to the quaint tearoom they resided in. Kawahira closed his eyes and slowly counted to a hundred until the doors burst open. He didn't even reach two.

"—ng bastard, kora!" Colonello said, aiming his rifle at Reborn. "Keep still so I can kill you!"

"Keep trying," Reborn said with a small smirk. "Good afternoon, Sepira."

Sepira beamed. "Good afternoon to you, too, Reborn. My, you're all quite lively today."

"Don't encourage them," Kawahira said, glaring.

Reborn slightly tipped his ridiculous fedora. "A little exercise never hurt once in a while."

Kawahira couldn't even contain his heavy sigh. "Pray do tell, Reborn, Colonello—why are you fighting? And why here of all places?"

He was largely ignored—again—when Colonello leapt over the table. The blond tried to grab Reborn, but his fingers barely brushed his suit jacket. Kawahira gaped when everything on the table went flying to the ground, smashing into little pieces. His hand clenched into a fist, which burned from his spilled tea. Nonetheless, this did not deter the other men, who continued to trade strong blows that shook the room.

Sepira waved a hand over the mess; the shattered pieces glowed briefly before coming back together and repairing themselves. Kawahira growled when his cup of tea returned to his hand. He didn't want more tea—okay, he did but that wasn't the point—he wanted those insufferable men to stop fighting and just leave.

"It's still warm, just how you like it," Sepira said, smiling.

Kawahira opened his mouth until the window suddenly smashed open. His jaw clenched when the glass exploded onto the ground. A loud war cry announced Lal Mirch's arrival before she joined the fray.

"Took you long enough, kora!" Colonello said, aiming to swipe Reborn's legs.

Smacking his head, Lal Mirch jumped over him to land a spinning kick against Reborn's head. "I'm 0.5 milliseconds older than you, you idiot! Treat me with some damn respect!"

Reborn easily dodged the twins' barrage of kicks and punches, weaving in and out of their superbly coordinated attacks. Kawahira would've praised them if he were anyone else—but he wasn't and he didn't. His knuckles turned white from his forceful grip, and he again, counted to a hundred in his head.

"Grab him, idiot!" Lal Mirch said, raising her gauntlet.

Clicking his tongue, Colonello raised his rifle. "I'm trying, kora!"

Several bullets tore through the air while Reborn dashed away from the onslaught. Smoking holes decorated the cream-colored walls behind him. Kawahira scowled when Sepira giggled.

"I was thinking of changing the color anyways," she said. "Do you think rose pink will do?"

"Wonderful," Kawahira said through gritted teeth. "Absolutely marvelous. Can we j—"

The doors slammed open again, cutting him off. Skull marched inside with impressive bravado, his full leather outfit singed and drenched in oil; the terrible odor made Kawahira's eyes water. Even Sepira raised a hand to cover her nose.

"Oh, dear," she said. "What happened, Skull?"

Skull just tore his helmet from his head and threw it the side. "Who the hell fucked up my motorcycle?"

His siblings paused briefly to point at each other. Skull released a frustrated cry, and before Kawahira could stop him, jumped in the air with a raised fist, aiming it at Reborn.

The wall exploded behind the other man, who simply moved to the side. Bricks and debris flew everywhere, letting sunlight and wind enter the half-demolished room. Kawahira coughed when a billow of dust blew in his face. He glared at Sepira again, hoping that she'd just up and burn with the rest of these insufferable gods. If the humans saw them now, all of their credibility would be moot—well, it wasn't as if they were well-known to begin with, even if they were the real gods of the world. Humans, how ignorant could they be?

Kawahira glanced at the fighting deities. Perhaps it was for the best.

"Iron and steel are quite popular building materials lately," Sepira said with a smile.

Kawahira's brow twitched. "I do not care."

"I said it was Colonello," Reborn said, flipping over Lal Mirch's kick.

Colonello gritted his teeth. "And I said it was Lal, kora."

Lal Mirch flicked her hair over shoulder. "My money's on Reborn."

Skull scowled. "I don't care! It was probably all of you!"

He yelped when Reborn kneed him in the head. "You're talking out of line again, lackey."

"I will happily fix it for you, Skull," Sepira said, clapping her hands.

None of them heard what she said, too busy punching, kicking, and shooting each other. Kawahira wondered if the world could go on without these idiots. It worked fine when it was only him and Sepira. The woman had single-handedly created the universe anyways. That was good enough, right? If only she hadn't thought of splitting some of her domains to these…children.

Lal Mirch grabbed Skull and hurled him at Reborn. "At least be useful, idiot!"

Skull screeched when he flew out the large hole instead. Reborn blocked Colonello's punch and swiftly kicked him in the stomach, knocking him into Lal Mirch and making them both fly out the same hole. Kawahira stood up then, his chair scraping loudly, and walked over to Reborn as calmly as he could.

Before he could say a word, a loud scream came from below. He paled when he saw Fon quickly rendering Colonello unconscious with some well-placed jabs. Skull had already bolted. Smart boy. Lal Mirch glanced at her convulsing twin and raised her hands.

"Fon," she said slowly, "we can tal—"

She flinched when Fon instantly appeared in front of her, jabbing her shoulders and legs. He barely looked winded when Lal Mirch fell on top of Colonello, both of them twitching in an odd pile. Fon's slight smile was a bit sharper than usual. Kawahira turned away to sit back down.

Sepira smiled. "Was that Fon?"

Kawahira pursed his lips. "Yes."

"They should know by now that he doesn't like being disturbed when he's meditating."

Kawahira rolled his eyes. "Maybe you should've created a spare room for him and him alone."

Sepira clapped her hands together. "What a wonderful idea! See, you're a natural at this!"

Kawahira just sipped his tea to calm his nerves. It almost worked—almost. Leaping into the room, Fon briefly surveyed the damage before his eyes landed on a lax Reborn.

"Good afternoon, Fon," Sepira said. "Would you like some oolong tea?"

Fon smiled, his eyes softening. "No thank you, Sepira. I am currently occupied with more important matters at the moment. Perhaps another time?"

"Alright."

Kawahira wanted to bash his head against the table.

"Fancy seeing you here," Reborn said, glancing at his nails. "I thought you were off somewhere in the mountains."

"You know where I mediate, Reborn," Fon said. "And I would appreciate it if it went undisturbed."

"Oh? Then you're talking to the wrong person."

"I am not the one who threw three people at an innocent bystander."

Reborn glanced at the two lumps of bodies below. "Lal threw Skull. Perhaps you should work on your meditation. Your sense of control and reason are rather lac—"

He narrowly dodged Fon's roundhouse kick and another succession of punches that were just a blur to the other occupants in the room. Reborn slightly smirked, moving sideways to dodge another kick.

"Yes, very lacking."

"Do you want to place any bets?" a monotone voice suddenly said.

Kawahira tensed until he realized the other inhabitant at the table. His brow twitched. "Viper."

Sepira smiled at the cloaked man. "Good afternoon, Viper. Strawberry milk?"

"Yes. How much do you want?"

Sepira sighed. "All I ask is for a smile, Viper."

"Money is valuable. You can get many things with money."

"You're a god," Kawahira deadpanned. "You can get whatever you want."

Viper didn't even spare him a glance. Then again, fortune and luck were his domain. Still…

Sepira rested a hand on her cheek. "Your happiness is more valuable to me, Viper."

Kawahira rolled his eyes. Viper was probably one of the most emotionally-stunted deities of them all—actually, scratch that, they all were; yes, even Fon, because that man was severely lacking in social cues—and hearing Sepira spout all these sentimentalities was just nauseating.

Another crash made him twitch. There went the grandfather clock.

"Where's Verde?" Kawahira said, looking around the room for any bugs or hidden cameras.

Any moment now, Verde would send in drones to fight for no one but himself. Really, all he did was watch from the sidelines while experimenting his weapons on his siblings. Thank the heavens that Kawahira and Sepira managed to keep the deities away from most human conflicts. Earth would cease to exist, Sepira would be too sad to re-create it for a century or so, and Kawahira would not appreciate winding time backwards just for these gods to destroy the world again. Time was too delicate to mess with—now that was his child.

Now that he thought about it…

Viper accepted the carton of strawberry milk that Sepira had produced out of thin air. "If you want to know where he is, you'll have to pay me."

Kawahira sighed. "I wasn't asking you."

Sepira frowned a little. "Where is Verde? I haven't seen him for the past few weeks and it's quite worrying. He needs rest."

"He's still in the basement working on his 113th AI."

Kawahira gaped while Viper quietly sipped his drink. "You would tell her without asking for money, but not me?"

"If you want my reason, then you'll have to pay."

"I helped create you!"

Viper peered at him from under his hood. "I don't understand why you're so worked up about that now. Why don't you drink some more tea? I heard it helps relax tense nerves."

Kawahira took a deep breath and let it out slowly, very slowly. Sepira patted his arm comfortingly, but it only worsened his mood.

"Come now," she said. "Drink some more tea, Kawahira. It will help considerably."

"I don't want to drink more tea," Kawahira said through gritted teeth. "I want them out."

Then, a sudden hush fell over the room, silencing whatever Sepira had to say. Reborn and Fon paused in their scuffle to look around the room, their bodies tense. Even Viper stood up, his fingertips peeking out of his long sleeves. The distant rattling of chains echoed from the shadows, and Kawahira just brought up his hands to massage his temples.

Reborn clicked his tongue. "Dramatic as always, Bermuda."

"Reborn," a low voice said. "Fon."

Kawahira looked like he swallowed a bee, several of them actually. Sepira smiled at a corner of the room and raised another teacup.

"Would you like some chamomile tea, Bermuda?"

A tall man silently appeared from the shadows, his sliver eyes glowing ever so faintly. He blinked at the offered cup before shaking his head. "No, thank you."

"Alright then. Let me know if you change your mind. It's still warm."

"You are taking this less seriously than you should be, Sepira," Kawahira said, narrowing his eyes.

"Oh, how do you mean?"

Kawahira didn't push. It wasn't worth it.

"What drew you out of the gutter this time, Bermuda?" Reborn said, twirling his gun.

Bermuda just stared at his twin, unfazed. "You were being loud."

"I am sorry for disturbing your sleep, Bermuda," Fon said with a slight smile. "But you should come again when we're not busy."

Kawahira rubbed a hand over his face, his mind whirling. Yes, maybe that should do. Why didn't he think of this before? Before he could speak, the other men immediately clashed. And there went the other half of the wall.

Reborn fired several shots at Bermuda who simply warped away with his shadows. Fon immediately grabbed Reborn's arm and snaked his body around his neck. Before Fon could actually snap it and some other bones, long chains sprouted from Bermuda's cloak and wrapped around both men. They carefully tugged Fon away from Reborn's neck and suspended them in mid-air.

Bermuda might be a quiet man but at least he had some sense. If Kawahira had to, he'd admit that Bermuda was the closest deity to being his favorite child. He blinked when the other man walked back to the shadows with Reborn and Fon in chains behind him.

"Where are you going, Bermuda?" Kawahira said warily.

Bermuda looked at him then, his eyes blank. Kawahira suppressed a shiver. At times, they looked gray, sometimes black, but they never lost that deep, contemplative stare.

"To punish them accordingly," Bermuda said, as if he was talking about the weather. "They disturbed my sleep. I hope you do not expect them for the next few weeks."

Reborn chuckled darkly. "And yet you forget that I am most powerful in the day, little brother."

"We were born at the same exact time, Reborn."

Before Reborn could break out of Bermuda's chains, Kawahira raised his hand, freezing the time frame around his body and rendering him motionless. Reborn's eyes narrowed, promising murder. Fon blinked before stopping his struggles.

"Thank you, Bermuda," Kawahira said, "but I have something else in mind. Could you please get the others as well?"

Bermuda glanced at Reborn's stiff body then back at Kawahira. Finally, he stepped away from the shadows and let his chains travel swiftly throughout their large house. Viper tried to disappear but a chain wrapped around his arms before he could move. Ignoring Sepira's disapproving look, Kawahira patiently waited for the other gods to be assembled.

Lal Mirch and Colonello were now conscious, barely regaining their bearings when they were brought back inside. When they opened their mouths, Kawahira was grateful that some chains wrapped around them, rendering them speechless.

"—he hell? What did I do? Bermuda!"

Skull struggled uselessly against his binds with Verde following not soon after, his lips pursed and brows furrowed.

Kawahira smiled. "Wonderful." His face then became utterly blank. Sadly, it did not intimidate the struggling gods. "Now, I've been very patient with all of you."

"Kawahira," Sepira said, "please don't do anything unreasonable."

What little tolerance Kawahira had just snapped. "I had it, Sepira! I'm done! Absolutely finished!" He turned to the gods and jabbed a finger at them. "All of you are so incompetent, I'm surprised the world hasn't just exploded yet! Reborn, how many times do I have to tell you to stop trying to make the sun rise at night? You have your half of the day and Bermuda has his—what is so hard to understand?"

Reborn had the gall to roll his eyes. Why was he the sun god again?

"Colonello, being tripped on the streets—accident or not—is not a legitimate reason in any way to flood a whole country!"

Said man was trying to bite Bermuda's chain off and failing in epic proportions.

"Lal Mirch, burning people alive for just looking at you is not even close to being the correct social response."

Lal Mirch's red eyes blazed with unholy wrath. Kawahira could feel heat emanating from her body, but only rolled his eyes. She needed to learn how to keep her temper in check.

"Skull, no matter how upsetting some deaths are, you do not return souls to their physical hosts because I will know regardless. Do you know how many times Wonomichi had to clean up your messes?"

Not to mention the mortals going around saying that they met God or whatever when really, it was just Skull returning their souls and leading Wonomichi on a wild goose chase halfway around the world—twice. Kawahira didn't even want to think about all the hoops he had to jump through to make sure Skull didn't screw up the natural flow of the universe. Now that he thought about it, that was in Sepira's job description. But then again, he was also Death so he could see where the lines were blurred.

Skull pouted. "But they didn't deserve to die…"

Kawahira deadpanned. "Everyone eventually dies, Skull. It's not a matter of who deserves it or not. It's just how the natural order works and you will stop interfering."

Skull glared but kept his mouth shut.

"Fon, when a person looks you directly in the eye, it does not always mean that they want to challenge you to a fight nor does it mean disrespect. Every culture is different; it's just how it is. And please, no more hurricanes in the Mediterranean. You're only confusing the mortals; sending them into mass hysteria is not helping anyone. Most of the victims weren't even supposed to die last week."

Fon lowered his eyes and mumbled a soft apology. Kawahira just sighed. Sepira's gaze practically burned on his back but he still paid her no mind. She could've done this much earlier, like centuries ago.

"Viper, I do not approve you asking for sacrifices from the mortals. It is entirely inappropriate and you should stop letting your incessant greed get in the way of your duties."

"If you pay me what I ask for then—"

"No. You won't listen to me either way."

Viper pursed his lips, neither confirming nor denying Kawahira's claim.

"Verde, working on your experiments is fine, but it'd be nice if you don't use them on your…siblings or on the mortals either. And don't think I didn't know it was you who helped the Allies build the nuclear bombs. Contrary to what you believe, you're not the only smart one here."

"Perhaps I should study the male body again for signs of something similar to that of the female's menstrual cycle," Verde said in that infuriatingly even tone of his.

Some of the gods snickered. Even Sepira coughed lightly behind her hand, and quickly sipped her tea when Kawahira faced her with narrowed eyes.

"And Bermuda," he said, "you come to me or Sepira if Reborn disturbs your domain because having seven solar eclipses in a week is not natural."

Bermuda cocked his head. "I have asked him not to intrude many times. I do not think either of you are strong enough to stop Reborn. He listens to no one."

Kawahira's brow twitched. "I control time and oversee the dead, and Sepira is basically the mother of this whole universe. I'm sure we're more than capable of handling Reborn." His lips then curved into a pleasant smile. "And that is why I was thinking of sending you all on a wonderful self-discovery journey. I find it rather fitting."

"Kawahira," Sepira said in a warning tone.

Kawahira rolled his eyes. "Oh, please, Sepira, you knew this was coming."

Sepira hummed to herself. "Well, yes, I suppose." She smiled brightly. "Oh, it'd be wonderful for you all to get out of the house, don't you think? Like a little family vacation!"

"No!" Skull said, his eyes wide. "Hell no! I'm sorry, okay? I'll do my job properly! I'll stop returning souls!" He gave Sepira his best puppy-dog eyes, making Kawahira snort. "Please, Sepira? You know I always mean what I say, right?"

Sepira smiled. "Yes, I do."

"So, you can let us go now?

"Already? My, I didn't know you were so eager to leave home, Skull."

"That's not what I meant!"

"I'll pay you whatever you want if I'm excluded from this," Viper said to Sepira.

Skull glared. "Traitor!"

"Oh, but I guarantee that this vacation will pay off more than you think, Viper," Sepira said, clapping her hands.

Verde pursed his lips. "I'll join dinner twice a week, whichever day you prefer."

"But I prefer every day and every meal, Verde. I rarely see you anymore."

"We…can negotiate at a later time."

"I will accept any punishment given to me," Fon said, "and I will carry it out to the best of my abilities."

Sepira smiled. "You're an honorable man, Fon. I'm sure the others would take note of it, no?"

Silence.

"I am confused," Bermuda said, his brows slightly furrowed. "Why must I be involved? I have done nothing wrong."

"Oh, suck it up, Bermuda," Skull said, rolling his eyes. "You probably did some shady shit before without us even knowing. You're no saint either."

He flinched when Bermuda turned his gaze on him.

"Care to repeat that?"

The chains around Skull tightened even more, making him gasp for air. "N—No. Y—You're an angel…"

Raising his hand, Kawahira drew his power from deep within. A small glow pulsed in his palm before enveloping the other gods. They all struggled uselessly against his much stronger magic and Kawahira found himself delighted at that.

"You are to be cursed in human bodies," he said, "as infants with nothing more than your own conscience. You will have no access to your magic or affinities until the curse is complete." He smiled thinly at the growing horror on their faces; even Bermuda looked a little paler than usual. "Isn't it nice to start your lives anew again?"

Reborn and Lal Mirch burned him with their eyes—literally. His skin felt a bit hot. Colonello screamed muffled curses behind his chain.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Skull said. "You can't do that! What about our duties?"

"No, I'm not kidding," Kawahira deadpanned. "Yes, I can do this. I'm doing it right now. And Sepira and I did just fine running the world without you idiots anyways."

"This is not what I had in mind," Fon said, his voice strained.

"I will haunt you for the rest of your pathetic existence," Viper hissed.

"Your body will be subject to all of my experiments," Verde snarled.

"You will regret this, Kawahira," Bermuda said, his eyes glinting dangerously.

Kawahira smiled slightly. "Oh, this I will never regret. Frankly, I should've done this a long time ago."

With that, the gods vanished in a surge of bright light. As the glow slowly died down, Kawahira exhaled deeply, feeling much more at peace than he felt in years. His body relaxed, but his head still pounded from the exertion. De-aging centuries-old gods took a small toll on him, especially when it was eight deities all at once. Either way, he thought it was worth it.

He sat down in his chair with a pleased sigh. "That was the most fun I had in a while."

Sepira pursed her lips. "They'll possibly never trust you again, Kawahira."

Kawahira sipped his tea with a shrug. "Why bother? They never liked me anyways."

"I beg to differ."

Kawahira scoffed. "Are we talking about the same people here? Please, me going too far? This is just what they needed in my opinion. Some new perspective will do nicely. Maybe they'll actually grow up."

"And where did you send them?"

Kawahira waved his hand dismissively. "They're scattered across the earth by now."

"Did you just forget that you turned them into mortals—infant mortals?"

The god paused. "Ah well, someone will find them. Good Samaritans aren't extinct, Sepira."

His companion smiled sweetly. "You will tell me where they are or I will turn you into a mortal infant and have you join them."

It took every ounce of willpower for Kawahira not to flinch. He pursed his lips.

"Fine."

Sepira found Reborn and Bermuda in Palermo, far in some alleyway.

Smiling down at the sleeping infants, she cooed. "Oh, you're quite adorable as babies. Perhaps I should've done that first when I created you all."

The infants did not stir from her voice nor from the bustling in the streets. Well, at least Kawahira did something right in that regard. Sepira wouldn't know how she'd handle crying babies since, well, she never raised one. All of the gods were born as adults so she didn't have to go through the hassle. Sometimes she regretted not experiencing what the mortals call true motherhood, but…

There was no time to dwell on that. She had to find them a suitable guardian until their curse was complete. Luckily, she knew just the right person—she had seen this coming ages ago after all.

Really, they could all get along if Kawahira would just get off his high stool and properly connected with them. Though, she had to give him some credit for lasting this long.

"I know you're angry at Kawahira," she said, brushing thin strands of black hair from Bermuda's face. "But don't be angry at him for too long. You're all quite a handful if I do say so myself." She chuckled softly. "Oh, but this was inevitable. I promise that this will all be worthwhile in the end. You'll probably thank Kawahira later when the time comes."

Hoisting the basket against her hip, Sepira closed her eyes. Her power pulsed through her body as she envisioned the place she wanted to go. Soon, her surroundings blurred and shifted from the vibrant streets of Palermo to the more muted, quiet hallway of a nice Tokyo apartment.

The sound of cars and street life from below was distant. Still, neither infant stirred from their deep slumber.

Sepira placed the basket in front of a door that read 2070. Crouching, she giggled when she lightly tapped one of Reborn's curly sideburns, something he would've never let her do if he was awake. It bounced cutely and she had to cover her mouth to suppress another laugh.

"You'll be in good hands," Sepira said, conjuring a card and placing it on their blanket. "Don't give him too much trouble, alright? I'll return soon with your siblings."

With that, she kissed each infant on the cheek with a smile. Why didn't she think of this before? Really, Kawahira was brilliant if he wasn't so petty. Standing, Sepira called upon her magic again and vanished in a bright shower of light.

She couldn't wait to see how the next few years would unfold.

"Hibari-san, did you get the email about Millefiore?"

Tsuna waited for his boss to respond while the other man typed on his computer.

"Yes," Kyoya said. "Did y—"

Tsuna smiled. "Already did. Your meeting with them is set for next Monday at 2 in the afternoon. They'll be flying in from Italy over the weekend. Also, I got a call from Kokuyo again and they still want to meet with you about that petrochemical mess. What should I tell them?"

Kyoya scowled, which was now a permanent expression on his face. Pity since Tsuna thought he was a handsome man—well, when had Kyoya ever smiled before? Also, he never liked it when anyone interrupted him, but Tsuna couldn't help it. He was always five steps ahead of him and liked to think that they were on the same wavelength, which went way back to middle school.

"Tell them no."

Tsuna nodded. "Okay, but they'll keep calling."

"Then make them stop calling, usagi."

Tsuna huffed at the nickname. He had complained countless times before and all he got was a good beating instead.

"Alright then. Well, that's everything for today. Is there anything else you need?"

Kyoya was already looking back at his computer. "No."

"Okay. Good night, Kyoya! Don't overwork too much. Text me if you need anything."

Tsuna closed the door before Kyoya could snarl at him for calling him by his first name. Humming to himself, Tsuna practically skipped back to his own office, which was next to Kyoya's. Today was a rare day when he'd actually leave on time at 5:30. Really, if Kyoya wasn't such a perfectionist and a workaholic, Tsuna could always go home early, eat a nice home-cooked meal, and catch up on some TV shows like a normal person.

But Tsuna was really grateful that he even had a job for someone like him, even though he was initially iffy about working for his best friend (cronyism was never a good thing in Tsuna's book). He was terrible in school and thought about going straight into the workforce after graduating high school instead of university. Honestly, he only survived that long because Kyoya was ruthless—both on school policy and on his poor grades. Still, Kyoya was a stubborn ass and insisted that Tsuna needed to be his personal secretary despite his very scarce resume.

"Only you can do it, usagi," he had said.

That was probably the closest thing Tsuna would hear that Hibari wholeheartedly trusted him. It was pretty heartwarming until Hibari threatened to bite him to death if he didn't stop crying and demanded him to cook him hamburger steak, which Tsuna did happily after.

He opened his office door and closed the blinds. His desk was clean and devoid of any evil paperwork, which he had finished earlier that morning. All of his pens were where they should be with post-its decorating his desk in a colorful array of reminders and notes. With a mental pat on the back, Tsuna packed his laptop in his bag and dashed out of the office, locking his door behind him.

He bid some remaining workers good night as he headed towards the elevator. The Hibari Inc. was one of the most successful trade companies in Japan, which was pretty impressive since Hibari was only 22. Still, he managed to show his strong capabilities fairly quickly.

Even though the company's main branch was in Tokyo, Hibari always made time on the weekends to visit Namimori, their hometown. Tsuna would follow him if there wasn't too much to do and they'd part ways until Sunday afternoon when they'd fly back to Tokyo.

It was a miracle that Kyoya even left for Japan's capital in the first place. His parents had secretly met—No, they ambushed Tsuna on the way home one day, shoved him in their limo, and beg—asked him to talk to Kyoya about taking over the company. They were nice people, but they were just as emotionally constipated like their son.

In short, Tsuna had gotten fed up at being the messenger for both sides and just left for Kokuyo for weeks to let them deal with their issues. He didn't even last two days until Kyoya found him, bit him to death, and dragged him back to Namimori before offering him his current position over a family dinner with his parents and Tsuna's mother. Sly bastard.

When he left the company building, Tsuna hailed a cab. After giving the driver his address, he made himself comfortable and browsed through his phone. Stocks were looking good for some companies—Tsuna beamed when he saw Hibari Inc. on top of the list—and there didn't seem to be another solar eclipse tonight; but then again, the predictions always bit the meteorologists in the ass later.

It was more than bizarre when seven solar eclipses occurred last week and it pretty much scared the shit out of everyone. Religious nuts said it was a sign that God was furious at them while others suggested it had something to do with aliens, an impending apocalypse, and a bunch of other weird stuff.

Still, the world was doing alright so far so Tsuna didn't worry too much. He had other things to worry about.

When the cab pulled up in front of his apartment, he paid the taxi driver, bidding him good night. His residence was a nice place—it wasn't too fancy or anything, but it was just cozy enough to call it his second home. His salary was enough to pay the rent and for him to get by; plus, he was pretty frugal so money wasn't much of an issue.

Yawning, Tsuna pressed the elevator button for his floor. He leaned on the railway and closed his eyes. Soft bossa nova played through the speakers, making him relax. Should he cook tonkatsu tonight? Maybe pasta? He hadn't eaten pasta in a while. He did have some chicken left and some basil, too. Perfect.

Humming a small tune, he left the elevator and smiled when he saw that the hallways were empty. The apartment was usually quiet at night and his neighbors were rarely nosey, which he appreciated. His dress shoes clacked softly in the wide corridors. He could clearly see the clogged Tokyo streets below and the bright city lights illuminating the darkening sky. His lips twitched into another smile at the thought of another solar eclipse, but he brushed the thought away for the sake of his own sanity. Best not to mix himself with the lunatics.

He took out his keys after he turned the corner. When he looked up, he froze. His mind briefly shut down for three solid seconds.

"Wha…?"

A large basket rested in front of his door. It looked hand-woven, and was covered with a white cover, obscuring its content. Tsuna blinked a couple of times to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. Was it…a package? If it was, then it was a really weird one, and he was pretty sure the coffee machine he ordered did not…come in a basket. Plus, he had ordered it that afternoon from his work computer, so…?

When he approached the basket, he kicked it tentatively and tensed. No crazy dog, no jumping piranhas, no scary hands creeping out—yeah, Tsuna could be paranoid but this was a good sign, right? He gently kicked it again just to make sure. The basket rocked from the motion before stopping. Nothing.

He chuckled sheepishly. "Wow, Tsuna, get your shit together. This is probably just nothing."

Crouching, Tsuna slowly peeled the cover back. His heart thumped hard against his chest, his fingers tingling from the soft fabric. Oh, wow, that was expensive silk. Maybe a secret admirer? Tsuna mentally scoffed. Yeah right, in his dreams.

He held his breath when he finally pulled the cover away.

He instantly stiffened. His eyes slowly grew wide and he could barely breathe. Holy…shit.

Inside the basket were two newborn infants. One had thin curly sideburns and the other didn't. Both were sleeping soundly, their breaths even and soft. A small white card rested on top of their blue blanket, the golden calligraphy elegant and pristine: Reborn and Bermuda.

Tsuna said the only intelligent thing that came to mind.

"What the fuck?"

Little Notes and Fun Facts

1) Mediterranean hurricanes are rare meteorological phenomena. Since the Mediterranean region is pretty dry, the formation of tropical and subtropical cyclones is really uncommon.

2) Solar eclipses are not as rare as many people think. It happens approximately once every 18 months (on average), so twice very three years. But it's different when it comes to on how often a total eclipse is visible from a specific location on earth.

3) The Arcobaleno were technically created on the same day but at roughly different times, though not that really far off. They're just really nitpicky shits, haha.

4) Reborn and Bermuda are twins—governing the sun and moon, respectively—and considered the eldest since the light and darkness were created first in the creation of the world.

5) Fon was created next to bring in the storms and wind that shaped the earth; Lal Mirch to conjure fire for the world and mankind; Colonello to raise the seas and bring in rain; Verde to develop knowledge, wisdom, and teach man how to take care of the earth; Viper to spread the stars in the sky and bring fortune to those who deserve it; and Skull to travel the world, relay messages from the gods, and deliver the souls to the dead.

6) Lal Mirch and Colonello are the second set of twins and polar opposites as well in terms of their domains—fire and water.

7) Sepira knew that they would be cursed since she can see the future but cannot explicitly tell anyone; however, she does her best to lead them on the best path.

8) The curse is similar to canon but no pacifiers. The Arcobaleno are basically rendered useless in mortal bodies and they will age like humans do, but not conventionally. They will keep their minds intact as well, so no memory loss or anything. They're going to be perfectly aware of everything around them; they just can't do anything about it since they're puny babies, ahaha. (Doesn't mean they won't try though.)

9) Tsuna is 21 and Hibari is 23. They're an odd couple of best friends, haha.

10) Mafia—what mafia? Oh. Maybe…?

11) Sepira is a low-key troll (and an OP goddess).

12) Tsuna is a great secretary—bad academics or not, he knows what he's doing, ahaha.

13) Luce…has a role… :^)

A/N (sweats nervously) New year, new story, eh?

(…please send help. Plot bunnies are too strong...)

So, here you go. :^)

Also, I'm bad at titling, and as you can see, I really like hands, ahaha. I find them so expressive and beautiful and just ugh. Anyways…

Please take most of the stuff here with a grain of salt. I'm pretty sure I'm not even applying the sciences or business stuff correctly, haha. Also, I'm not sure if I put enough thought into the gods' domains so let me know if something feels…missing. Those in the fun facts are just basically a gist of what they're in charge of. Let me know if anything sounds off or whatnot.

Technically…the Arcobaleno are gods…and will eventually return to their original forms…and Tsuna is legal… so it works out. :^D

Also, more love for Bermuda.

And don't fear! My other stories will be updated soon—I'm just on a wack schedule, haha. Memento Mori is next on my list.

Thank you so much for reading! Leave a thought or two and I'll try to answer any questions you have as soon as I can.

I hope to see you again in the next chapter!

Have a lovely day~

Little Miss Bunny

Revised: 4/10/2018