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Tsuna hugged himself by the bus stop, trying to stay calm. Longchamp had a shape-shifting lizard of his own! The guy was, well, unconventional at times, but he was also one of the nicest Mafia leaders Tsuna had met, and one of the most likely to want to help him out. His foot tapped impatiently against the side of the gravel road, the minutes stretching by. It was starting to get dark when the bus came by, taking him back near his house. But even as he shuffled towards the very back of the bus, securing a window seat, his phone remained silent.

Strange... he'd fired off his reply straight away, eager and excited to see the boy for once. The future Tomaso leader had forgotten to mention some details, like what gender his lizard actually was, and Tsuna really wanted to meet him soon if it was a female. But if it was just another male Moe Bullet factory then he really didn't need the extra trouble and risk. What if his family has all been shot already and he just wants extra targets? Tsuna shook his head; he shouldn't be so quick to judge his friends. Even if it was Longchamp.

Biting his lip, Tsuna could only dwell on his thoughts as he walked the rest of the way home from the stop, phone silent. Trust him to be unreliable as a time like this! He could just picture the spiky-haired teen texting Tsuna before he went out, leaving his phone on the couch and not receiving the reply at all. Well, hopefully he'd hear from him soon...

The night passed markedly more peaceful then Tuesday had, although Tsuna's Mama was still spending a good ten thousand yen a week more then she needed to just to feed everyone. The exception to this was Diana, who was such a light-weight she'd only touch her salads, and was somehow existing on less food then Lambo. This was proven when she nearly fell asleep on the couch, and pleaded sleepily with Tsuna to carry her up to her second-floor room. Amid awkward blushing- oh god did she just press her chest into my back again why oh why no that shouldn't feel good at all make her stop make her stop!- Tsuna remarked that he was able to lift her with only mild struggling and clumsiness. For a woman in her early twenties, that was kind of amazing- the boy's arms normally hurt after carrying Lambo and I-pin at the same time.

Slowly but surely, things were starting to return to normal. Gokudera and Diana still needed convincing to head to their own homes and risk bumping into themselves/ their family while shot as they were, but at least they were both friendly towards Tsuna.

Sometimes a little too friendly, it must be said.

Things seemed normal enough on Friday morning, as Tsuna and one of the Gokudera's headed to school. The sun was overcast with several clouds, signalling an incoming storm. Tsuna found himself unconsciously giving this a hidden meaning, reading far too much into the significance of the weather then he used to. The Mafia world was starting to get to him if Tsuna couldn't even look up without seeing his friends and family foreshadowed in the sky.

"...Tenth?" Tsuna blinked, turning to his scowling friend.

"Sorry, Gokudera-kun?"

"I was saying you should come with me and Haru to the movies after school tomorrow!" The silver-haired teen seemed pleased with the idea.

"On a school night? Wait, why are you and Haru going to the movies together?" The brunet was taken aback.

"Pfft, I dunno. I said something about trying to get another Sexy Bullet, and she wanted to go 'congratulate me' and relax for a while together, before we think up the next plan. Weirdo." Gokudera said this casually, as if he hadn't realised how utterly and totally date-like that sounded. Tsuna was amazed.

"But, er, I thought Haru liked me?" Tsuna pointed at himself sheepishly, the words foreign to his tongue.

"'course she does. You're the Tenth- everyone likes you!"

"That's not what I meant...," Tsuna muttered, wondering if he was reading things wrong. Wait, there were more important things to worry about. "So it'll just be you two and me?"

"Yeah. The other me gets to stay home, lucky bastard. He's the one who talked to her and let it happen in the first place," grumbled Gokudera. Tsuna would be the third wheel! Oh god.

"Could, could I bring someone else?" he cautiously enquired, knowing Haru would want a chance for one-on-one time with Gokudera, if he was right about this. If.

"Sure, the more the merrier!" A good-natured grin bounced back. This felt just like one of their old adventures, the kind of ordinary day that spiralled out of control the moment half his new 'family' showed up and wrecked a building or two. The thing was, if it really was a date Gokudera had unwittingly agreed to, who could Tsuna bring?

First thought: Kyoko-chaaaaaaan~

Second thought: no way, anyone but her! Tsuna could think of very few things that could derail time with Kyoko faster then his friends, and Haru's presence would probably lead every conversation back to cake and the children. Ugh. Patting his fist lightly against his forehead as he walked, Tsuna wondered who else he could bring. Yamamoto was good in social situations, but he always seemed to rub Gokudera the wrong way. Big brother was a little too 'extreme' for the movies, and Chrome had only just gotten home- she deserved at least one day of normalcy. Everyone else in his family was either a baby or homicidal, though...

As they passed the school gates, a downcast red-headed boy was busy inspecting a fresh bruise.

"Enma-kun, are you alright?" Tsuna ran to his side, helping the boy up. The Shimon leader's silence told it all; he'd been victim to yet another bullying incident. They walked into the halls of the main building together, Gokudera getting sidetracked when an ambitious class president attempted to tell him off for smoking indoors. As he hurled abuse back at the poor guy, an idea sparked in Tsuna's mind.

"Hey, Enma-kun," he spoke cheerfully, hoping he could be heard over the noise. "Did you want to come to the movies with me tomorrow?"

Something shined in his scarlet eyes, before Enma quickly looked away. That sounded like a yes to Tsuna, although it was hard to tell.

"Enma-kun?" His head bowed slowly, before nodding back up. "Ah, I'll meet you after school then!" Tsuna waved his farewells, hoping it wouldn't be too much of a pain for the boy. He hadn't forgotten yesterday, when Enma found out he was lying about Shimon's bullet- the guilt gnawed at his stomach whenever he looked at his friend. Hopefully he wasn't still mad.

Tsuna's thoughts were dashed to the roadside when his phone went off- a call from Longchamp!

"H-hello?" Tsuna's fingers fumbled as he took the call. This could be the end of all of his troubles!

"Sawada-chan! What's up?" The overwhelmingly boisterous voice on the other side of the line- never before had he been so happy to hear it!

"Longchamp-kun, you really have a shape-changing lizard?"

"Yup, yup! You wanna come over to my place and see if they hit it off?"

"Um, sure!" Tsuna gulped, quickly angling a piece of paper against the wall with his elbow as he listened to rapid-fire directions and tried to write the way to Longchamp's down. It seemed they had moved, when rebuilding their home had proven too much trouble.

"So, see ya today after school?" Longchamp's enthusiasm was obvious through the phone. He must have been eager to end the bullet's chaos if he invited Tsuna that very day.

"Wait, wait, you didn't even say whether your lizard is a girl, and I haven't seen you at school in months! Are you sure-"

"Haha, peace, peace!" He could see the spiky-haired teen waving his hands aside, completely care-free to his points. "That stuff can wait for later, I gotta end the call in a sec to save credit! Now I won't be able to text for a whole day, y'know?"

"Wait, that's why you didn't answer my message for a day? That's not how credit works, Longchamp-kun!" Tsuna stared at the phone, sweat dripping down the back of his neck. He thought he could only use his phone once a day to save credit? This guy was as peculiar as always...

"Bye-niiiiiiii!" The phone went dead. And sure enough, he wouldn't answer Tsuna's own calls back. Guess they'd just have to risk visiting him later today.

Tsuna gulped, eyeing his companions cautiously. Walking through a quiet, traditional suburb, they were attempting to decipher Tsuna's notes and find the Tomaso family home. Yamamoto was currently holding the paper up to the sun, laughing as his turn to follow the scrawled directions failed miserably. Gokudera (only one of them today) was busy scowling and glaring at Lambo. Before they'd left Tsuna's place, getting changed after school, Lambo had leaped down the stairs and fly-kicked Gokudera into his doppelgänger. Cue ten seconds of removing each other's shirts, hands tight against the twin Smoking Bomb's chests.

"I'm gonna kill you, stupid five-year-old!" Gokudera roared.

"Gokudera-kun, please don't yell such things in public," Chrome admonished. Tsuna looked around, glad the streets were quiet.

But their group was rowdy enough that probably no one heard the Storm Guardian at all, particularly over one girl's high-pitched squeals and one man's roaring.

The man, to start with the scariest, was Xanxus. God Tsuna felt weird letting the man walk behind him- what if if tried to attack now? But no, his hyper intuition agreed that wasn't going to happen, for now. Xanxus, along with the rest of the Varia group, had apparently arrived in Japan this morning. Him and Belphegor- the blond with the creepy smile and the knives- had arrived at Tsuna's house this morning to 'pay their respects to the Tenth'. As far as Tsuna could tell, this entailed scaring him at his home and letting him know he wasn't fit for the Vongola, and should step down before the ceremony's preparations were under way. As charming as ever...

In between Bel's insistence 'we will always be the Ninth's Varia', and Gokudera and Ryohei's enthusiastic counter-arguments (Tsuna could beat you all any day!), Reborn had to chime in.

"Well," he'd begun as he landed on Xanxus's head, unfazed by the sharp scowl or hair that went past his stomach. "Tsuna is already meeting a fellow Mafia leader today, to strengthen ties between the Vongola and young Tomaso leader."

"It-it's nothing like that!" Tsuna shook his hands back and forth uselessly.

"Quit being modest, dame-Tsuna," Reborn had mocked him. "Care to see him in action, and base his worth as a Mafia leader from that?"

And so, Xanxus and Bel had tagged along to come see Longchamp. Tsuna hadn't worked up the nerve to tell them about the Dying Moe Bullet yet, imaging the scorn and laughter he would get in return. Still, in a way they were doing what Reborn said- hadn't the Tomaso and Vongola been enemies, before Longchamp made friends with him? That was kinda pushing it though...

Bel and Ryohei were currently butting heads, loudly and sarcastically respectively, as they argued what the 'true sport' of the Mafia was. Tsuna was pretty sure the Prince had meant it metaphorically, when he said hunting down targets was a true sport, but that didn't stop either one of them taking the debate seriously. Their group took up the entire path- this was such a quiet, almost rural area of Namimori, all old trees and birds playing before they came here. Oh well.

Possibly drawn by Xanxus's own powerful presence, Hibari had actually joined them for a Mafia meeting, walking a few steps behind everyone else. Diana had gone nuts at seeing her ex-pupil, blushing even deeper then Kyoko when she saw Tsuna in his Dying Will mode- and his boxers- for the first time. The glaring teen didn't seem to recognise her, fortunately, but Diana was surely pushing her luck as she chatted away to the silent Cloud Guardian, having somehow forced him into carrying the blonde in a piggy-back. Hibird- observant enough to recognise an old friend- had settled down in her long hair, which was probably what had spared Diana the pain anyone else would go through after hugging Hibari and calling him 'so cool'.

The only person missing was Mukuro, although Tsuna wasn't going to complain if that man never showed up in his life again.

And finally, Reborn was quizzing him about the rest of his family, as Leon and the baby idly rode on the back of his head.

"What does Ryohei put on his pancakes?"

"Ehh, what?" Tsuna rubbed the back of his head, barely shaken out of his thoughts. "...Butter?"

"Baka." Kick. "Your Sun Guardian has never eaten pancakes."

"How should I know that?"

"You should know your family better by now- your life depends on these people. Yamamoto's favourite soccer player?"

"Don't you mean baseball?" Kick. "Oww... Reborn!"

"Hey, we're here!" Yamamoto's cheerful spirits were like a spring breeze among the group. Everyone fell silent for a moment as Gokudera checked the untidy map against the street they were in.

"I... I think we are," the surprised teen said. Tsuna looked across at the large fence- a high gate blocked all entrance to their compound. Longchamp's entire family must live here... The tip of a traditionally-tiled house could be seen poking above the gate, the smell of flowers strong. It looked like they just bought an old mansion, rather then bother rebuilding anything after all.

Considering the noise they made, Tsuna wasn't surprised to see the gate opening, a thin man coming to greet them.

"Vongola," he said stiffly. "We have been expecting you." He turned, immediately giving them the cold shoulder as he led them in. What was his name again...? Tsuna frowned. The guy was Longchamp's right-hand-man, looked forty, and wore a hat and suit.

"Psst, Yamamoto," Tsuna nudged his friend, signalling they should head to the back of the group.

"What's up?" The taller boy also spoke in a conspiratorial whisper, although he was probably just joining in for fun.

"What's that guys name again? The tall one?"

"Oh, um..." Yamamoto frowned for a moment, stopping in his tracks. Tsuna looked around at the shining wooden floor, the pale wallpaper and important-looking paintings on the wall. Nothing in the entrance gave him a clue...

"Man... something," he finally decided.

"That sounds right!" Yamamoto's fist hit the palm of his hand. "It was Mangusta!"

"Yeah, you're right!" Tsuna breathed out deeply. It would have been awkward if they'd forgotten everyone here... Oh. "Um, you wouldn't remember his other family members, would you?" A slight frown from Yamamoto.

"There was the girl with the dress..."

Tsuna joined in. "And the short guy..."

They both came to the exact same conclusion: "I have no idea!" Laughing, they headed back up the hallway regardless. They'd fallen behind- Tsuna wondered where the rest of the group was. How did they not notice Tsuna was gone? Still, in that noise it must have been easy to overlook him- he knew he was overstating how loud they were, but really- any group with Xanxus, Ryohei and Lambo in a room would be heard by ants on the moon. Don't ask him how there could be ants on the moon. It just made sense in his head. His thoughts continued idly like that for a while, as Yamamoto chose hallways at random and continued closer to what would be a main room. Following the sound of yelling they eventually arrived in a sitting room storing old furniture, windows shut providing a subdued gloom.

Straining his eyes against the dark, the brunet was surprised to see Chrome standing in there alone, eyeing a dusty mirror by the wall. She was looking her figure up and down, with a slight tilt on her lips, a wistful expression in her eye.

"Ahahaha!" Yamamoto burst into good-natured laughter as her saw her, the violet-haired girl jumping with surprise.

"I thought everyone was already ahead...," she mumbled. Yamamoto's response was more direct:

"Ah, I thought you didn't like being shot with the Sexy Bullet at first?"

"W-what? I do! I mean- I didn't!" Chrome began to stutter, face turned away.

"Maa maa, it's okay Chrome." Yamamoto winked knowingly. Chrome scrunched up her face as she pouted in his direction, pushing Yamamoto over the threshold into the next room.

"Come on, the others will be waiting!" He merely laughed back, a cheesy grin on his features. What... what had just happened? Tsuna wasn't sure he understood everything they had just been talking about at all, as he followed behind the two. How did Yamamoto get along with others so easily?

As if suddenly a mind-reader, the jovial Rain Guardian turned and smiled back at Tsuna.

"My dad's not just knowledgeable about sushi and the sword, y'know." The shorter boy looked up at him across the room, a curious expression on his face. "Dad once told me: 'There's nothing a girl enjoys more then being teased. Get the hang of that and you can talk to any of 'em.'" Tsuna's eyes widened- that was amazing! He had to try that out sometime... maybe he'd ask Enma-kun to help him practice during the movie-date. Lord knows they could both use some help talking to people.

His personal development thoughts were interrupted by the slightly more pressing issue of lizards and bullets, as he walked into what could only be a dancing hall. It was obviously modernly refurnished, with a floor that gleamed, a chandelier, and stacks of chairs by the far walls. It even had an enormous window instead of the eastern wall- were they really still in Namimori? Doing his best to ruin the effect, Naito Longchamp had spiked his hair, was wearing more buckles and rings then Gokudera, and was even wearing- for some reason- a miniature cowbell on his neck.

"Sawada-chan! Long time no see!" He leaped forward, eagerly shaking Tsuna's hand with both of his own.

"Ah, it's good to see you Longchamp-kun." As Tsuna recovered he looked around- his family had naturally gathered on one side of the room, facing Longchamp's. Man-something or other was there, as well as Goth-Girl and Weird-Boy, and some faceless Mafia-type goons in suits. Wait, he shouldn't think like that- he still wasn't in the Mafia, damn it.

"So, do you have the lizard anywhere?" Gokudera was straight to the point, looking around curiously.

"How dare you!" Mangusta stood up straight at his tone- even straighter then usual, somehow- indignant. "The Vongola are our enemies! You should be grateful the Tomaso are even willing to meet! It is our esteemed-"

"Pfft. Scum." Xanxus's furrowed eyebrows glared in his direction, halting the man's rant. "You really wanna take on the Vongola, go ahead and try." A thud emphasised his words, as one large boot slammed onto a nearby chair. "Why not wipe out one of the new guardians right now if you're so tough? Yeah?" Mangusta was shaking noticeably, but his gun was drawn, as well as one of those strange Desolation Bullets. This was bad! Ten seconds into the gathering and they had a war!

"Wait, calm down guys!" Tsuna's hands waved back and forth as he spoke. "We both want the same thing, right? To mate the lizards?" Please remember why we came!

"Yeah, peace, peace!" Longchamp agreed, pointing at the girl in their group. Tsuna wasn't even going to pretend to remember who she was, but she was in a Gothic Lolita dress and had tried to kill her energetic leader last time they met. He followed his command, pulling a small brown lizard out of a pocket.

"Say hi to Wesker, my family's shape-shifting lizard!" A thunderous silence met his words.

"Wesker... is a boy's name?" Tsuna eyed the lizard with sudden trepidation- did it just stick its tongue out at him? Was it mocking him?

"Say hello, Leon." Reborn hopped down from his own chair, nudging the green lizard closer to the brown one. Reborn, that really isn't going to help! "You never know," he remarked casually, the baby turning towards Tsuna. He could still read minds...

"Yeah, Leon might like guys!" suggested Lambo, unwittingly sending Gokudera and the short kid from Longchamp's family into hysterics.

"Arrgh! Does this mean it's no good?" Ryohei looked to Tsuna, confusion dripping literally from his face as he sweated. Big brother was still uneasy thinking about anything related to mating, even when it was a lizard, it seemed. That or mentioning 'liking guys' had given him a flashback to his match with Lussuria.

"C'mon Wesker, what happened to all of your energy earlier?" Longchamp grinned sheepishly as he apologised to Tsuna. "Sorry, he was bouncing around when he shot Pantera last week, I swear!" He gestured with his thumb at Goth Girl as he said this.

"Wait... she's been shot with a Dying Moe Bullet? What's changed?" Tsuna was shocked out his disappointment- she seemed the same as always.

"Moe Bullet? Well, she hasn't kidded around as much lately, doesn't even get out her weapons to play with anymore!" Tsuna remembered her throwing sharpened pin-wheels at the boy once... had she stopped trying to kill him since being shot? How unfair! Tsuna's life had gotten worse since the bullet came around, he deserved some of Longchamp's luck.

The noise was interrupted as Bel began laughing shrilly, Xanxus snorting with laughter.

"What the hell is this?" The room was silent, even Gokudera and Ryohei's earlier confidence gone.

"They're trying to mate the family lizards," Reborn explained helpfully. "This kind of lizard was bred exclusively by Mafia families, once discovered in an island off Mother Italy and trained for use in combat. They make very useful pets, but because of this their numbers are very low." Tsuna stared at his suited tutor, jaw in danger of hitting the floor from shock. Reborn just casually told Xanxus all of this, but wouldn't tell him how long a bullet lasts?

"Pfft." Xanxus remained unimpressed. "So it's some greenpeace-shit? What's that got to do with the Mafia?"

"Oh, they make new bullets when they're mating!" Longchamp tried to help, hoping more information would get rid of the thunderous aura coming from the Varia leader. His scars seemed to be bigger then before, and his eyebrows were down so low you could barely see his eyes.

"So I came all this way to watch you compare lizards? When anyone worth my frickin time fights with their fists, and doesn't rely on pansy pets to save them with a party trick?" Oh God. His jacket seemed to billow from behind him- that had to be a trick of the light! Xanxus was getting mad again, and Bel's casual smile as he sat back meant he was probably going to watch and do nothing to restrain his boss.

"No, no, the bullets really help! I can show you!" Longchamp fumbled as he picked up the brown lizard, poking it as he desperately tried to coax it into changing into a gun. Tsuna turned to the boy, suddenly realising what his friend was going to do- if the bullets stopped that girl from killing him, would they work on Xanxus right now?

"Wait, Xanxus won't like being cute! He might get madder! Don't do it Longchamp!" he begged.

"Peace, peace! This doesn't make people cute!" Longchamp waved Tsuna's concerns aside, raising a million questions in their place. Then, without waiting, he shot Xanxus. Poof! A cloud of smoke filled the room, causing Tsuna to shriek in panic.

"You know," chirped the grinning baby by his side. "Each lizard has a different method of attracting a mate. That wasn't a Dying Moe Bullet he just shot your Varia leader with."

"Reborn! What are you saying?"

"Haha, you're totally right!" Longchamp nodded towards Tsuna, proud. "Every lizard has different taste, so my Wesker knows better then to bother with that cute stuff." Different was right... it's owner was Longchamp, after all, the very definition of 'acquired taste'.

"So... what does it do instead?" The brunet shrunk away from the cloud of smoke, eyes wide as he looked for signs of movement.

"It's the Horny Bullet!" Longchamp gave his fellow young Mafia leader a thumbs up, beaming a thousand-watt smile.

Horny? Oh... oh no. The cloud finally drifted away to reveal Xanxus, exactly the same as before but completely different. He was smiling. He wasn't angry. He looked hopeful. He wasn't angry. With almost Shamal-level precision, he quickly looked across the room, walking towards Chrome.

"Hey baby," Xanxus casually leaned against the wall, as if he didn't notice the stares of an entire silent room. "These guns are the kind Vongola the Seventh used in battle- impressive, right?" Chrome couldn't even squeak her answer back. Striking out, Xanxus tried his next target, Diana. Tsuna could only stare in amazement and horror.

"Yo, what do you think of a guy with sideburns?" The blonde recoiled in horror, leaping behind Hibari and burying her face into his back.

"Don't you take another step closer to me!" She shouted, voice muffled by the silent boy's jacket. "I'll swear I'll get my dark prince to beat you so hard-" Her voice was cut off as Hibari leant backwards, squeezing her against the wall by 'accident'. Diana pouted, but the imposing Varia leader had already moved on, any chance of a guy fight over her lost. Taking the hint, Xanxus turned to one of the female family members on guard duty near the window, saying something about how he gained his scars as he leant near her.

"Hahahahaha!" Gokudera, Yamamoto, Lambo and Ryohei all burst into laughter, unable to control themselves any longer. Hibari merely sighed and left the room, a disappointed look on his face.

"Well..." Tsuna fidgeted with his shirt, unsure if he was relived or even more worried. "I guess he won't cause any problems like that... at least, not the violent kind of problems..." Reborn nodded.

"It all went according to plan."

"Oh come on! You can't have known that any of this would happen!"

"Prove it." Damn that baby!

"Nice one, kid!" Bel interrupted their usual banter, the psychopathic Prince looming over him as he glared. "How long until Boss is back to himself?"

"Um, um..." Tsuna had trouble forming sentences. Was this guy smiling and mocking his leader for suddenly becoming a horny pick-up artist, or was that the creepy kind of smile he gave before he cut someone up and tortured them? "A few days... maybe a week or two..."

"Hn. Perfect." The knife-user left without giving him any more details, leaping through a window as he left Xanxus there, presumably Tsuna's problem now.

"Yo, girl." Now the Varia leader was talking to Goth Girl, Pantera if Tsuna had heard Longchamp correctly. "Hurry up and come with me, I'm getting real tired of this shit." His real personality was still there! He couldn't even pretend to be nice for 3 girls in a row! Pantera nodded, her dress ruffling for a moment, before taking his hand delicately.

"Wait, she accepted?" Tsuna was dumb-struck.

"Hahaha, remember?"Longchamp grinned as he gave Tsuna the peace-sign. "She was shot with the Horny Bullet last week!" So... she'd stopped trying to kill Longchamp because she wanted to 'get it on' with him, and was horny? Tsuna connected the dots together in his head. Then right now, her and Xanxus were both super horny...

"This is bad! We have to keep them apart!" He hurried after the two, who were already leaving the ballroom with a satisfied grin and a shy smile respectively.

"What's the problem? They both seem happy!"

"Longchamp, come and help me now!" Tsuna felt like he had run into a brick wall, just like that time in Yamamoto's fight. Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse, the Varia show up, and Xanxus becomes a horndog. And now Longchamp was using Horny Bullets... please. Anyone. Make it stop. Because as things were, they were only getting worse and worse...

Written while wearing: The Mist Ring, which suits the structure of my story at this point~

A/N: Daaaang, Xanxus and Longchamp would have been hilarious together. As some of you have noticed, I have a new poll up! Let me know who you'd like to shoot the most, and I might listen! Feel free to let me know if I somehow missed someone from KHR's bloated soap-opera size cast, and yes, I am aware Tsuna isn't on the list. That was intentional.

Writing while hung-over is hilarious. I don't even remember writing some of what I've got. Hurblgherghrgh. More interesting news post comes next week.

I've noticed I get the same questions quite a bit, since some of these answers were only mentioned once back in chapter 5. So here's a quick recap I can refer you back to:

FAQ's:

How long does a Moe/Sexy bullet last?

Each bullet lasts from 3 days to 2 weeks before wearing off. There is no way of telling how long; it seems to depend on the person.

Boo, I want someone else shot now! How long until the next bullet appears?

Leon, and any other lizard, creates a bullet every 5 to 7 days. It's always a little varied to keep it a surprise. However, each lizard creates bullets separately- just because a Moe Bullet was made in 5 days, the next Sexy Bullet might take 7 days before being created, so the days won't always match.

Shoot Tsuna, please?

No.

Aww, why not? Shoot Tsuna now!

I have this story planned, for the most part, and that includes when Tsuna will be shot. Besides, shooting Tsuna now would be like beating Bowser at the start of a Mario game- who would bother playing the rest if the biggest baddie was already defeated? You can wait a little~

Who's gay in this fic? What are the pairings?

(Facepalms) That's one thing I personally dislike in fandoms. Changing someone's sexual preferences shouldn't be expected, and is OOC unless handled very, very carefully. It's one thing to slowly have Tsuna come to grips with liking boys as well as girls, as he discovers he is bi. But plenty of fanfic authors ignore his history of loving Kyoko, as well as the confirmation that loads of other guys in the series are straight in canon.

To answer your question about this fic, everyone who is straight in KHR will be straight at the start of this fic. I've taken one character who is unconfirmed and made them gay, and yes, the main pairing will be Enma and Tsuna, but the brunet is not going to wake up and suddenly hate Kyoko. It's very slow-paced, as you can tell by my writing so far, and gradual. Still, I'm sure no one minds the extra chapters of comedy that gives ^^;;

Sorry for the rant. Yeah, it is a little strange I'd go with a guyXguy pairing considering my dislike of the genre, but then this was only meant to be a comedy oneshot at first. No, there won't be any adult-rated smut either.

I have an idea! Shoot Lambo/Xanxus/Chikusa/Yamamoto and make them a fire-fighter/ kitty-cat/ doll-sized/ mermaid!

Glad to hear you have an idea! Please send me anything you think would work- I take requests, and this kind of story is very easy to add extra scenes into, so it could happen~ Please send them in PM's if you can, for the surprise of the thing. Same goes for de-transformation scene ideas, which I am totally making up on the spot anyway.

There, you now have enough info to write your own omakes where Tsuna gets shot. Hope that helped! Any remaining questions about the bullets, how I write, or even myself, you know where to send 'em. As Longchamp might say, peace out!