Yes, the reunion fic are popular, yes, they have been done before, and no, I do not care.

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I do not own KHR...would be awesome if I did though...

Chapter 1

In an overly large, posh, and elegant mansion in the middle of acreage after acreage of forest, the sounds of maids and of employed men in suits could be heard as they went about their daily business, nothing out of the ordinary. But within the sprawling grounds and lavish rooms, there was a group of beings who did not join the other occupants of the mansion in their cheerful morning routine. Instead, the eight sat around a highly polished oak conference table in a large meeting room, a very gloomy and heavy air over their heads.

Except for one that wasn't quite as heavy. He had nothing to do with this matter at hand, but his precious Chrome would be forced to attend to it, and Mukuro did not exactly trust his boss or the skylark to look after her properly on something like this. Especially not now.

Yes, the group of individuals was the Vongola Tenth Generation. Yes, Hibari was sitting at the same table as them, yes Yamamoto was scowling, yes Mukuro thought of Tsuna as his boss, yes Lambo was involved, yes Chrome was sitting a bit closer to Hibari than Mukuro, and yes Gokudera felt like when he saw his sister. No, no one had died either.

Tsuna was the worst off. He was sitting in the overstuffed, oversized high-back chair at the head of the table, leaning forward on his elbows, fists clenched in his hair. The thick atmosphere in the room seemed to be more concentrated around him than any of the others.

And why you ask? Why was the mighty Vongola Decimo and his equally powerful Guardians currently in such a somber mood?

It all had to do with the six pieces of paper sitting in front of six of the eight people.

"– Hello all former Nami Chuu students! It has been ten years since you graduated from Middle School, and to celebrate the occasion, the graduating class of XXXX is welcome to attend a gathering of your former friends and classmates on the XXth of X, XXXX. It will be held in the Gymnasium and either semi-formal or casual clothes are accepted.

From the Reunion Committee at Namimori Middle School."

…..

Of course, they would on any other occasion skip such an event for all the unwanted attention of the other Mafia Families who would notice (and since Tsuna had no particular interest in speaking with all his former bullies again). But the problem was, was that Kyoko, Hana, and even Haru had helped set this up, even though the last one had never attended the school in the first place. Tsuna, Ryohei, and Gokudera (respectively) couldn't just not go; that would put them in the doghouse. And none of them had any desire to be there.

That was also how the letter found their way to the young Vongolas in the first place.

Second was that Lambo was now attending Nami Chuu, and Tsuna was put as his brother on file, so if Tsuna didn't show up, Lambo would get in trouble. And as Lambo's boss and older brother, Tsuna didn't want to let that happen.

"What shall we do, Juudiamie?" Gokudera asked, staring at his letter in fear and disgust.

"Hahaha…do we really have to go, Tsuna?" Yamamoto asked, holding the paper as far away from his face as possible with one hand. He nervously traced the scar on his chin with the other.

"B-Boss; can we please go?" Chrome asked suddenly, blushing. She leaned out of her seat and over the table a tad awkwardly, on account of her swollen belly. Hibari's mood then plummeted to Tsuna's level, but his wife didn't seem to notice. Neither he nor Mukuro were going to speak out either, because they often got the full brute of the female Mist Guardian's mood swings. The last one had destroyed half the mansion.

Tsuna raised his eyes to her. She had grown her hair out to the point where it was touching her shoulder blades and back, but kept half of it up in a pineapple style still, even after all these years. He sighed, sinking back in his seat. He opened his mouth, and then saw Lambo's puppy eyes. Oh yeah…the teen was about to fail his science class. He had to help the Reunion Committee for extra credit.

"…I'll tell the staff we're going to be gone for a few days," he resigned. Chrome gave a huge smile, and Lambo gave a hoot of victory.

"Tch; if Juudiamie says so…" the silverette said, lighting a cigarette and glaring at the paper once again.

"Hehehe; who knows? It might be fun, Gokudera,"

"I'll EXTREMELY be checking in on the new boxing club members!"

"Oh, good idea, sempai,"

"Stupid muscle-heads; I don't know about you, but I'm going to start packing. Juudiamie; have a good day!" and with that, the Storm bowed to his boss, and left the room to go prepare for the reunion. He was followed not long after by the others, Chrome practically – no, wait, she was dragging Mukuro and her husband out of the room to get ready.

Lambo did not need to get packed since a lot of his stuff was already at Namimori.

Ryohei had a house where he lived with Hana most of the time there.

Tsuna too, got up and headed towards his chambers so that he too could prepare for what was to come. Oh well; at least Reborn wasn't around to mess with him at the moment. His life would have been taken to hell and back within the first minute of knowing what the letter said.

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The Nami Chuu Gym had seen many things; from simple Dodgeball matches, to the Battle for the Mist ring. And now it was lined with streamers and banners, welcoming old students to celebrate their new lives with old friends. Many of the twenty-something-year-olds were in semi-formal attire, flaunting their attained wealth. But the atmosphere still remained festive and friendly.

"Ah! Mogami-chan! It's been forever, hasn't it?"

"Hina! It's nice to see you again!"

"And who is that little cutie?"

"Sakura is her name; and my name is Hanoza Miki now,"

"Oh, congratulations! Hi there, Sakura-chan!"

"Oh; Miki and Arisawa, found you,"

"Akira-kun! Mochida-sempai too! You both look like you've done well,"

"Haha, really?"

"I own my own dojo and hold stock with several of the best companies in the world," Mochida bragged, puffing out his chest and putting his hands in his pockets. "All thanks to my own hard work,"

"Wow, Mochida-sempai! That's awesome!" chirped Hina who had been an admirer of his in middle school. Her former crush nodded, then walked over to a group of former upperclassmen, starting an animated conversation. He had now seemed to regain himself after being beaten in a kendo match against…against…"Are?"

"Nani, Hina?"

"Ah, I can't seem to remember who Mochida-sempai lost a kendo match to,"

"Hmm…who was that again? Akira-kun, do you know?"

"Wasn't it Dame-Tsuna?"

"Dame-Tsuna…?"

"Who is that?"

"Ah, you know, the one that ran around in his boxers and was friends with Yamamoto-kun and Gokudera; he confessed to Sasagawa Kyoko in his underwear?"

"Ahhh, him; I remember now,"

Hina scrunched the bridge of her nose in distaste "I never understood how someone like Gokudera-sama would willingly hangout with someone like Dame-Tsuna,"

Several of the people overhearing their conversation all nodded in agreement, before turning to the stage where a familiar looking old man with glasses and graying hair stood at the microphone.

"Hello to all of my former students; are you enjoying your reunion so far?" Nezu asked with a cheerful grin, since he saw all students he had liked, and none that *ahem* almost cost him his job.

"Hai, Nezu-sensei~" they coursed, the habit remaining strong after all these years.

"Yosh, well in a few minutes, we are going to return to your former class dwellings, so until then, please enjoy the refreshments! If any of you need anything, just ask on of the current middle schoolers standing by the snack table. It's good to see all of your bright and shining faces again!"

"Hahaha, and you seemed to have gone gray, old man Nezu!"

"You're really still teaching here?"

"*low whistle* Just how old are you?"

"Ah yes; I seemed to have forgotten this brand of insolence from your generation. But I'll let it slide this time, as today you are all my equals in society," and with that, he left the stage and the Gym, going to his room to wait for his former class to reunite.

"Speaking of Gokudera-sama and Yamamoto-sama, where do you think they are?" Miki asked.

"Aren't you married?"

"I can still dream, can't I?"

"I guess…but they're probably too busy to come or are just running late,"

"Yamamoto-sama is probably in another country, playing in the major leagues, and Gokudera-sama has got to be a renowned scientist! He was really smart, so I wouldn't be surprised,"

"You two can remember those two just fine, but when I mentioned Dame-Tsuna, you totally blanked out,"

"Please; like you boys were any better. The only girl that probably is still in your head is the former school idol, Sasagawa Kyoko,"

At the mention of the name, half the guys in the Gym let out content sighs, remembering the pretty girl.

"See? What did I tell you?"

"Demo, where is Sasagawa-san anyway? I haven't seen her, or her friend Hana either," Luckily for Hina, one of the teenagers that were acting as helpers had heard, and came over to explain.

"Sasagawa Kyoko-san is helping with the refreshments in the school canteen, along with her two friends. They'll be joining their former class after the meet-and-great is over in five minutes," the student said perkily, having done her job properly.

"Is that so? We'll just see her later then!"

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"This is really nostalgic," Miki commented, setting Sakura on her lap better. The whole class of 2-A was back together (except for about four people), and it was just like they were back to those days where nothing really mattered. The room itself was decorated like the Gym was, meaning that there was streamers and confetti on the floor. A student with a cow print shirt and messy black hair was sitting next to Nezu's desk, the student aid for this classroom.

The sliding door opened, and a woman with long, flowing orange hair and melted gold eyes wearing a stunning light green knee-length dress, and a darker green cardigan over it. Behind her were two women with short hair, one with it curled/wavy and wearing navy blue skirt-suit attire, and the other wearing a blue blouse over a white shirt with black shorts and green and white leggings. (A/N: that's the exact outfits they each wear in the future, so don't take any complaints up with me over Haru's outfit if you have any).

"Kyoko-chan! Hana-chan! And…you are?"

"Miura Haru, desu; a friend of Kyoko and Hana's desu,"

"Ah, nice to meet you, Miura-san,"

"Kyoko-chan, you grew your hair out and Hana cut hers?"

"It looks nice! As expected of our former idol!"

"Hehe, arigato, minna,"

"Yosh, it looks like everyone pretty much here except for those three, but for old times' sake, why don't you all go and sit in your former seats while I do the roll call?" Nezu asked, looking over the group of people.

"Oh, that reminds me; Nezu-sensei, those three are running a bit late but they'll be here soon," Hana said. The old man suddenly looked depressed, but started calling out names all the same.

"Arisawa Hina,"

"Here,"

"Ayoyama Sato,"

"Here, sensei,"

"Mogami Miki,"

"It's Hanoza now though,"

"Congrats; Chrome Dokuro,"

No one responded, so several more were called.

"Yamamoto Takeshi,"

Silence. Several more names were called again.

"Fujimoto Akira,"

"Yo, Nezu-san,"

"Gokudera Hayato,"

Another round of silence.

"Sawada Tsunayoshi,"

More silence, then from somewhere in the building, there was very loud rapid shouting in a foreign language.

"Ti ho detto che noi dovremmo hanno lasciato in precedenza, Turf-top!"*

"Che cosa è stato che, polpo a testa!?"*

"Ora, ora; non è colpa di sempai che Chrome sentivo un calcio e ottenuto nervoso "*

"Smettere di combattere; Siamo già in Aula, si comportano così o aiuterai Bianchi lei cucinare nuove ricette per una settimana di prova,"* a new voice said, making the others shut up quickly. It held an air of authority over it that everyone inside the room knew it was the boss.

The door opened.

A man with silver hair cut low near the jaw and spiked out at the ends wearing an expensive black suit and tie, with a red dress shirt under it walked in first. His storm-green eyes were calm and calculative, scowling at any who stared back at him.

"Oh my God!" a fangirl squealed rather loudly. "Gokudera-sama!"

The next person to walk in was very tall and lead, also wearing a black suit and tie like Gokudera, only his shirt under it was a teal blue color instead of the red. He had warm and humorous eyes paired with a sweet care-free grin and slight scar on his chin.

"KYYYYAAAA! Yamamoto-sama!"

While the fangirls were very happy with the first two to walk through the class door, the next one confused them.

He was wearing a black suit and tie with golden-yellow shirt under it, and fist wraps on his hands. He had tanned skin, a scar on his left eyebrow, black eyes and short white hair.

It was Kyoko's older brother and their former boxing ace, Sasagawa Ryohei. Did he come to see his little sister or something?

The next one was totally unpredicted.

Hibari-san – the demon perfect of Nami Chuu – was helping a woman everyone knew was Dokuro Chrome, because of her eye patch and bizarre pineapple hair style. They assumed it had something to do with the fact that she was pregnant, but that only added to their shock because it meant Hibari was the father. (No duh; who else since he is helping her in public?). Hibari was wearing a suit like the others with a purple shirt, and Chrome was wearing a loose indigo dress with a purple sash set just above her stomach.

"Dokuro and Hibari-san!? I did not see this coming,"

"And now another Hibari is 'coming' as well! Look at her stomach!"

That is when Hibari flashed his tonfa and glared at the class, moving Chrome behind him. "Shut up or I'll bite you to death,"

They all shut up.

"Juudiamie; you can come in,"

"Mou, I told you that it was unneeded for you to search for weapons, Gokudera. No one here would even have the slightest thing to do that sort of stuff," said the voice that had ordered the others around earlier as the owner walked in. It was deep and melodious, like silk over stones.

A man with messy, spiky brown hair that seemed to be defying gravity and the clearest honey colored eyes ever walked in. He had perfectly crafted features, and while he wasn't the tallest of the group, he had some height on a normal person. His outfit, if possible, seemed to be of a higher quality than that of the others, a black suit and white button up shirt, no tie.

Silence.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?" the whole class, including Nezu, excluding Kyoko, Haru, and Hana, yelled at the man.

"E-EH?" Tsuna stuttered, something he hadn't done for a while now. He had actually never anticipated no one being able to recognize him. "E-eto, I'm Sawada Tsunayoshi…"

More silence. Then…THUD! Everyone looked over towards the teaching podium, Nezu-sensei having passed out was now laying on the ground behind it.

"I told you we should have left earlier, Turf-top!"*

"What was that, Octopus-head!?"*

"Now, now; It's not the fault of Sempai that Chrome felt a kick and got nervous,"*

"Stop fighting; We are already at the classroom, so behave or you will help to cook new recipes Bianchi for a week trial,"*

And that concludes the first chapter. I should be working on another fic of mine, but I really wanted to do this; it kept nagging me until I just had to put pen to paper.

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