Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn does not belong to me! (Oh, but how wonderful it would be if it was!)

Summary: After mysteriously disappearing, Tsuna regained memories of a past life that he had long forgotten, a past that would greatly affect his fate. And once he was found, he wasn't the same. Months later, a new enemy appears before Vongola, and he seems to know more about Tsuna than he was letting on. And with limited time, Tsuna must accomplish his goal before it's too late.

Chapter 4: Chocolate and Threats

Mukuro and Chikusa were already in the waiting room as Tsuna and Chrome barged in, out of breath.

"Mukuro-sama!" Chrome ran up to her two friends while Tsuna hung out behind her. The normally apathetic Chikusa was slumped in a chair, his eyebrows furrowed worriedly behind his glasses. The also apathetic Mukuro was leaning against the wall besides him, arms crossed. Although his face didn't leak any emotion of some sort, Tsuna could feel the unrest radiating from the illusionist he had come to know and trust.

"Chrome." Mukuro looked up to acknowledge her arrival. He narrowed his eyes at Tsuna, who flinched. "What are you doing here, Sawada Tsunayoshi?"

"U-Um..."

"I saw boss and asked him to come with me." Chrome replied for him. Mukuro looked down at his former vessel, then back at Tsuna, who gulped. "Um, how's Ken?"

"He's being treated right now." Chikusa reported, pushing his spectacles up his nose with a flick of his finger.

"Ken..." Chrome clenched her fists, praying that her dear friend was fine.

"But there is the matter of who attacked him." Mukuro added to the tension. Tsuna frowned at this. "It wasn't...just a normal fist fight, was it?"

Mukuro barely moved his head, but Tsuna caught the insignificant nod. "Ken would definitely not lose against any normal delinquent. This has to be the work of some rotten mafioso."

"D-Don't tell me..."

"Where is Joshima Ken's family?" A nurse suddenly appeared in the waiting room. Chrome answered for the group. "U-Um, that's us."

The nurse raised an eyebrow at this. "You are his...siblings?"

"That's right." Tsuna suspected that Mukuro did his thing as the suspicious look in the nurse's face faded away. "How is Ken?"

"He's not seriously injured." The nurse reported with a smile. "He has a few broken bones and a minor concussion, but his wounds aren't too deep. He's already gained consciousness."

Tsuna and Chrome brightened, relieved. Chikusa and Mukuro sighed, but a faint smile could be seen playing on their lips. Tsuna turned to Chrome, knowing how worried the girl had been from the tight look she had worn as they had ran to the hospital. "That's great to hear, ne, Chrome?"Chrome nodded with a joyful smile.

The nurse took them to Ken's room without a second thought(probably due to Mukuro's illusions), and left them alone to talk with him.

Obviously, as soon as they entered, the first person he greeted was Mukuro.

"Mukuro-san!" Ken bowed his bandaged head in shame. His right arm and left ankle were wrapped in plastered as well, and a bandage covered a scratch on his cheek. "I apologize for being so weak!"

Mukuro, for some reason, seemed amused at his apology. "Kufufufu. It cannot be helped. Just remember that I cannot have weaklings serve under me."

Tsuna wasn't a hundred percent sure Mukuro was forgiving him, but Ken beamed. "Hai!"

"Ken..." Chrome shyly approached him. A faint pink lit up Ken's cheeks as he stuttered. "Wh-What is it, woman?!"

Thanks to his usual hostility, Chrome was able to deduce that Ken was indeed all right. Her watery eyes glistened as she whispered. "What a relief."

"Sh-Shut up! I don't need your concern!"

"But you look so happy." Chikusa bluntly pointed out Ken's true feelings as per usual, and as usual, Ken snapped back. "Shut up, Kakipii!" Ken smiled slightly, for deep down he too was relieved.

Chikusa finally realized that Vongola was in the room as well. "And what the hell are you doing here?!"

"Hii?! U-Um..." Tsuna made sure he was a good distance away from Ken in case he lashed out with his claws. "I ran into Chrome, and she brought me here. P-Plus, I was worried..."

"Wh-Why were you worried?" Ken crossed his arms and turned to the side in a failed attempt to remain cool. "I'm not so weak as to get beaten up just like that! And we're not friends or anything, so mind your own business!"

Tsuna felt a laugh burst from his throat. It barely escaped his lips before he clamped his mouth shut with his hand. But Ken heard, and he pointed an accusing finger at him. "Bastard, you just laughed, didn't you?!"

"I-I'm sorry." Tsuna giggled. "I'm just ashamed I didn't realize earlier that you aren't honest with your feelings!"

Ken tried talking back, but only a few, incomprehensible sounds sounded from his gaping mouth. Clearly, he was embarassed.

"Anyway," Tsuna asked. "Are you really all right?"

"I'm fine, already!" Ken snarled. There was another giggle, but this time from Chrome.

"Ken."

The blonde teen looked up at his childhood friend. "Yes, Mukuro-san?"

Mukuro expression was set in full seriousness. "Who did this to you?"

Tsuna shivered. Although Mukuro didn't show it, he was angered that his subordinate had been hurt. He suddenly feared for the lives of the people who had harmed Ken, not Ken himself.

"I don't know." Ken admitted with a shrug. Then he focused his full attention on Tsuna, who held back a shriek. "Wh-What?"

"I think it was because of you."

"...eh?"

"They were asking if I knew Vongola Decimo." Ken recalled the shady figures who had demanded if he had any connections with Sawada Tsunayoshi. "I sort of taunted them, and the next thing I knew I was like this. I was knocked out so fast that I can't really remember much, though."

Mukuro was the first to notice the change in Tsuna's mood. His eyes were lit with dread and recognition, and his body seemed to have tensed.

Eyes shadowed by his hair, Tsuna hesitantly asked a question. "Ne, Ken...do you remember what any of them looked like?"

"Hm? Not really." Ken scrunched his face as he tried to picture the faces of his opponents. "They were really creepy, though. They wore hoods, so I couldn't see their faces. The guy who talked to me had on some weird

"Mask?" A mask wasn't something so familiar to Tsuna, but it made sense that he would want to hide his face.

"Yeah, it was really creepy." Ken chided. "He also wore really long gloves."

"Gloves..." Tsuna mumbled. Chrome glanced at him. "Do you know this person, boss?"

"Huh? A-Ah, I don't think so..." Tsuna cocked his head, scratching his cheek. Then he faced Ken seriously. "But if this is my fault, then I won't let this slid."

"Wha-Hey, wait!" Ken held up a hand. "Don't you dare avenge me or anything! I don't need your help-"

"No." Tsuna cut him off firmly. "I won't forgive anyone who hurts my friends."

Ken shut up at this. Even though they had once harmed his own friends in the past?

"What is wrong with this guy?"

"I'll go ask Reborn if he knows anything." Tsuna decided and turned to leave. He called out over his shoulder before exiting. "I hope you get better soon, Ken!"

"Th-That guy..." Ken shook in rage once Tsuna was gone. "I'll pummel him as soon as I get out of here!"

"But in reality, you're thankful, aren't you?"

"Shut up, four-eyes!"

Chrome watched, slightly dazed. She hadn't gotten the chance to thank Tsuna for his concern for Ken. Then she looked at Mukuro, who bore a dark expression that she knew all too well.

"Boss...made that face again..."

Wandering around had become one of Mukuro's pass times. Although he preferred to do so through his own illusions, where he could change the scenery as he pleased, he currently had a lot going on in his mind, so he decided to walk in reality for once.

Due to his arrogant, indifferent attitude, there were only a few things that could cause Mukuro such stress, one of them being the mafia. Another was the harm of his very close, though few in number, subordinates.

He was well aware that Ken was well, but he was angered that some rotten mafia fool had dared laid a hand on something that was his.

And it was all Sawada Tsunayoshi's fault.

At least that's what he wanted to think. But for some reason, he just couldn't come to blame the Vongola don. It was most likely due to the pained expression the brunette had made as Ken had described the culprit who had attacked him.

He, and many others, had grown used to that brief face Tsuna made every now and then. It only lasted for a second, but if focused on, could be spotted.

And that face was what kept Mukuro from blaming Sawada Tsunayoshi.

He had unintentionally entered the shopping district and approached a small bakery to his right. Inside the bakery, a girl with short orange hair had just purchased some pastries. She thanked the baker and turned to find a familiar face among the crowded streets outside through the clear glass windows.

"Ah-le? That's..." The girl recognized him. With a smile, she dashed out of the bakery. The automatic doors opened for her just in time, and she called out to the boy just as he had passed by. "Mukuro-san!"

Mukuro stopped at the call of his name and turned. He found the girl waving warmly behind him, something that he wasn't used to.

At first, Mukuro thought she was a stranger who somehow knew his name. But soon he realized who it was, and spoke out of recognition. "Oh-ya? Sasagawa Kyoko..."

"Ah? You know my name?" Kyoko caught up to him. She smiled up at the illusionist, something that interested him. Was such a normal girl actually unintimidated by him? Even though his looks weren't as frightening as Ken or Chikusa's, most people hesitated to approach him so directly. He assumed it was because no person affiliated with Sawada Tsunayoshi could be considered 'normal'.

"Kufufu, more or less."

The girl then frowned, and asked, much to his surprise, about Ken's condition. "Chrome-chan told me about Ken-san. Is he all right?"

"Why does this girl care?" "Ken is fine."

"That's good to hear!" Kyoko wiped her brow. "Chrome-chan sounded so worried over the phone when she told us, but then Tsuna-kun told me he was all right! You must be happy, right?"

"Happy...?"

For some reason, Kyoko found his disbelief funny, and laughed. "You had a worried expression on your face back then! You're worried for your friend, right?"

"..."

"You see, Haru-chan and I weren't sure at first, but then Chrome told us all about you two. You seem to be very important to her."

"Chrome talked about that to these girls?" He felt somewhat pleased that the introverted Chrome was opening up to more people.

"Plus, Tsuna-kun says you're a good person." Added Kyoko.

"Sawada Tsunayoshi did?"

"Yup!" Kyoko remembered the talk she had with Tsuna a while back during school.

"Ne, Tsuna-kun?"

"Kyoko-chan? What's up?"

"Um," Kyoko paused for a moment. "What is...Rokudo Mukuro like?"

"Wha-?!" Tsuna almost fell out of his chair. He quickly regained his balance and stood from his seat, drawing the attention of the entire class, on a lunch break, towards him.

"U-Um...sorry..." Tsuna laughed nervously. The class simply ignored him, completely used to his strange antics. He sat back down in his seat and addressed Kyoko. "M-Mukuro? What do you want to know about him? Wait, how do you even know him?"

"Chrome-chan told me about him." Kyoko replied. She spared a glance to the soft-spoken girl in the back, cautiously holding a conversation with some new friends. "She told me that Mukuro-san had saved her life in the past."

"Oh..." Tsuna's gaze became somewhat distant as he recalled the melancholic story.

"I remember him saving us that one time back," Kyoko was talking about the time Mukuro had stopped Tsuna's X-Burner from hitting the girls thanks to Daemon Spade's illusions. "And also, Chrome seems to like him, so...I'm kind of interested."

"Well..." Tsuna rubbed the back of his head in thought. "It's kind of complicated..."

"Mukuro-san is one of your guardians, right, Tsuna-kun."

"Y-Yeah...though he doesn't really want to be."

"Really?"

"Actually," Tsuna began. "Mukuro was our first real enemy."

"Eh?"

"It was pretty scary." Tsuna continued. "And Mukuro was a very challenging opponent. He really scared me, but I fought him anyway. But,"

Tsuna stopped for a few seconds as a smile lit his face.

"It was thanks to my battles with him that I was able to grow stronger. And thanks to him, I was able to make new friends."

Now sure of himself, he looked up at Kyoko.

"He may seem scary, and sometimes his intentions aren't always good ones, but he really cares for his friends, like Chrome. He's a good person, and I trust him."

Kyoko blinked a few times. Then she smiled as well.

"Mm. That's good to hear."

"Both Chrome-chan and Tsuna-kun consider you as an important friend." Kyoko concluded. "And so does everyone else. Me included, of course. Even if you were once Tsuna-kun's enemy, you aren't anymore. I don't think you are a bad person, Mukuro-san."

And, for maybe the first time ever, Mukuro was flustered, or at least as flustered as the usually collected mist guardian could be, though it wasn't very visible. Still, if anyone he was well-acquainted with had been present at that moment, they would have whipped out a camera to capture such a rare moment.

But he quickly regained his composure and smirked. "I see."

He shifted his gaze so that he and Kyoko were eye-to-eye. "I have no intention of affiliating myself with Sawada Tsunayoshi or any of his stooges." His voice softened as his lips curled upwards into a more gentle manner than his usual sinister grins. "But thank you for looking our for my dear Chrome."

"You're welcome. Chrome's our friend, so of course we're looking out for her." Kyoko beamed, triumphant that she had gotten through to him. She seemed well aware that that was the nicest thing she was ever going to get Mukuro to say.

"Now," She reached for Mukuro's hand. He looked at the girl questioningly. "I'm heading over to meet up with Haru-chan. Why don't you join us?"

Mukuro's eyebrow slanted, and he almost laughed at the offer.

"I'd rather not."

"Don't be like that." Beaming, Kyoko turned, and before he could protest, Kyoko began dragging the Kokuyo boy by the hand behind her.

"Tsuna-kun told me you really like chocolate." Kyoko spoke over her shoulder. "I'll be sure to get you some, okay?"

Mukuro cursed the boy for exploiting his weakness against the heavenly creation known as chocolate.

"Damn you, Vongola..." But he gave in and let the girl lead the way through the crowded shopping district.

Only for the chocolate, of course.

"Haru-chan!" Kyoko waved at the brown-haired girl searching the crowds. Haru spotted her friend and waved back. "Ah, Kyoko-cha-"

She stopped short, and her eyes bulged out of their sockets as she spotted Mukuro grudgingly following behind Kyoko, frowning.

"Hahi?! A-A-A-A-A man?! W-With Kyoko-chan?!" She gripped her head as tears began hilariously pouring out of her eyes as she cried. "WAHHHH! Kyoko-chan got a man before me! I knew I'd be left behind!"

"You are gravely mistaken." Mukuro sweat-dropped, something he rarely did. He was aware of the girls strange and quirky personality after having spoken to her once about his love for Japanese uniforms. She had mistaken his admiration for a passion in cos-playing and had urged him to try on one of her horrifyingly strange costumes. It didn't take long for the confident Guardian of Mist to flee.

Kyoko simply laughed it off and released Mukuro's hand as they approached the girl. "No, that's not it. I happened to run into Mukuro-san earlier and invited him to join us. Is that all right, Haru-chan?"

"Hahi? That's fine with me, but..." Haru stared at the slightly annoyed Mukuro. "I didn't think Mukuro-san of all people would want to hang out with us."

"I didn't." Mukuro thought in exasperation. "Then, I would be more than happy to leave-" He turned to take his leave, but Haru quickly grabbed his shoulder, a disturbing glint in her eyes. "Oh-ho? Where do you think you're going?"

"Oya...?"

Haru raised her fist in the air enthusiastically. "OPERATION: SHOPPING WITH MUKURO-SAN! START!"

Kyoko smiled and raised her fist in the air more subtly. "Yeah!"

Mukuro began to berate himself as he was dragged along by the bubbling pair, wondering how he had stooped so low as to have been overwhelmed by two harmless girls.

But he had no complaints when they stopped for sweets. He greedily spooned mouthfuls of chocolate ice cream into his mouth, though he kept his calm facade intact. But deep down he was pleased by the delightful taste of his favorite confection that he hadn't enjoyed in a while(yesterday).

"Tsuna-san wasn't joking when he said you liked chocolate." Haru mused. She ate a spoonful from the large parfait she was sharing with Kyoko and squealed. "So delicious!"

"Mm!" Kyoko nodded in agreement.

Mukuro silently ate as the two girls chatted over their parfait across the table from him. He had been so lost in his chocolate delight that he hadn't expected the girls to call out to him.

"Mukuro-san?"

"Hm?" He looked up to find the two girls, who only seconds ago had been laughing their heads off, facing him with purely solemn expressions. These girls were more interesting than he thought. "What is it?"

"Um..." Haru shuffled in her seat, her hands folded on her lap. "Is it true that Chrome-chan's parents abandoned her...?"

Mukuro placed his ice cream spoon down and leaned forward on his hands, his elbow propped on the table. At the same time, he felt a slight presence coming from the shadows of the alley not too far from them, but soon recognized it, and ignored it. The smile on his face didn't match his multi-colored eyes. "Yes."

"But, why...?" Kyoko questioned. "She is such a good person, and yet..."

"Kufufufu. True." Mukuro contemplated. "Chrome is a wonderful person. But her parents were not. How such rotten people could have raised such a beautiful girl, I do not know."

Kyoko and Haru's eyes both popped, something appearing to be horror appearing on their faces. But it had no effect on Mukuro, for he was used to such a reaction to his words.

"This is a cruel world." Mukuro continued. "People who are good at heart have to suffer so, such as Chrome. And so I saved Chrome from this world, and that is how our relationship began. But her liking towards me is nothing more than naive admiration for the one who brought her out of such a state, nothing more."

He could no longer see their faces, as their eyes were hidden behind their hair.

"Kufufufu, do you not think that such a thing is unfair?" He asked. There was still no reply. Had he gone too far? These girls were much too fragile, he knew, but Mukuro often didn't consider the feelings of others, resulting in people becoming like the two before him.

"As expected, these girls are weak-minded."

But just as he thought so, he took it back. For instead of sadness or anger, he was answered with light laughs. His eyes widened a bit as the girls began to giggle as if he had just said something funny.

"Oya? Is something funny?"

"There it is." Kyoko stopped laughing. "Tsuna-kun also told me how Mukuro-san always says such things."

"Hm?"

"In truth, you really do care for Chrome-chan, right?" Haru deduced with a grin. "And all the things you say are not from her suffering, but from your own?"

"That is completely wrong." Mukuro denied."I chose to believe in these conclusions not because of my own suffering, but because of everyone else's. This world is an ugly place."

"Kufufu." Mukuro chuckled. "Do not attempt to understand me, girls. I do not need your thoughts on my own opinions."

"Hai, hai!" Haru waved off his words with a flicker of her hand. Mukuro felt somewhat irritated, but he gave up.

"These people are such fools."

"Oh? It's Kyoko!"

The lingering presence grew, and Mukuro looked up along with the girls to find a grinning, white-haired boxer greeting them.

"Onii-chan!" Kyoko exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

"I was extremely working out and decided to stop by here!" Ryohei replied. Mukuro held back a groan. He always found the Sun Guardian to be awfully loud, and just the sound of his voice made his head hurt.

"Anyway, I was just about to head over to the arcade!" Ryohei exclaimed. "But as a man, I cannot battle without a worthy opponent!" Dramatically, Ryohei brought a pointed finger down to Mukuro's face. "I challenge you, Rokudo!"

"Oya?" Mukuro scoffed. "I will pass on that ridiculous offer, Sasagawa Ryohei."

"What's that?!" Ryohei hollered. "Are you not a man?!"

Mukuro didn't reply, and for some reason a playful sneer formed on Ryohei's face.

"I see! So you extremely know that you cannot beat me, Rokudo?!" Ryohei taunted. "Is that it?!"

"O-Onii-chan..." Kyoko attempted to tame her wild brother.

A crease of anger formed on Mukuro's forehead as he twitched, now extremely annoyed. "Oya? I can easily beat you anywhere, any time."

"Liar!" Ryohei roared. "A true man would not back down from a fight unless he is extremely weak!"

Mukuro sturggled to keep himself from summoning his trident on the spot.

"You can never beat me, Rokudo! Ahahahaha!"

"That's it!" Mukuro stood from his seat, glaring daggers at the boxer. "I will take you on, Sasagawa Ryohei!"

"Oh? Finally up to the challenge?!" Ryohei exclaimed. "Then, let us go to the extreme!"

And the next thing the girls knew, the two boys were gone. They watched as their former shopping buddy and the boxer disappeared, dazed.

"Wh-What just happened...?" Haru wondered out loud.

"I'm not sure..." Kyoko replied. "But I'm glad to see those two are getting along."

"I-Is that really the case...?" Haru questioned, but she laughed along with Kyoko anyway, and the two continued to eat their parfait.

"OHHHHHHHHH! I EXTREMELY WON'T LOSE!"

"I cannot believe I accepted such a childish challenge." Mukuro sighed. He and Ryohei were at it, their hands rapidly moving around the buttons and control sticks of the traditional battle game they had chosen in the back of the arcade. They had lost track of time, but the clerk at the counter watched them with a mixture of sheer amazement and exasperation. They'd been playing for two hours straight and showed no signs of stopping. At that rate, the machine might even break.

"That is because you are extremely childish!" Ryohei sent his character flying into Mukuro's, who jumped to dodge the attack.

"You are extremely annoying." Mukuro mocked.

"What was that?!" Ryohei slammed his fingers on the buttons before him, and Mukuro did the same. "Take this!"

"Kufufufu, as if I could be beaten so easily."

After a few more kicks and punches in silence, Ryohei spoke up.

"How's your friend?"

"Hm?" Mukuro took a second to realize that he mean Ken. "He is fine, of course."

"That's good to hear." Ryohei smiled as he avoided a blow from Mukuro. Mukuro glanced at the boxer. "That is exactly what your sister said."

Ryohei blushed and praised his precious little sister. "Kyoko is amazing, right?!"

"Are you a sis-con?"

"I LOVE KYOKO TO THE EXTREME!"

Mukuro wondered if he really understood the question.

Ryohei calmed down, then continued talking whilst keeping his eyes glued to the game. "She even befriended someone like you. She's really amazing, right?"

"Oya? What do you mean by 'someone like me'?" But Mukuro let the insult slide. "She is simply a blind fool, like the rest of you."

"Don't be like that." Ryohei chided. "You actually like her, right? I saw the face you made at her."

Mukuro landed a series of kicks on Ryohei. "Kufufufu. It is not nice to spy on other people." He had known from the start that Ryohei had been eavesdropping on them before he had physically shown himself. He was an illusionist, after all. Plus, Ryohei wasn't exactly the sneakiest person in the world.

"I just wanted to hear what Kyoko had to say about you." Ryohei continued. "And I agree with her."

Mukuro said nothing. Why was he surrounded by so many people like Sawada Tsunayoshi? They were all the same.

"You're our extreme comrade, Rokudo." Ryohei claimed. "Don't forget that!"

Ryohei wasn't sure what the mist guardian was saying in the short silence that stood between his claim and Mukuro's next words. The illusionist sneered as if Ryohei had said something pathetic.

"Kufufufu. You are really a brainless idiot."

Anger replaced his sincerity, and Ryohei roared.

"WHAT WAS THAT, PINEAPPLE HEAD?!"

Ryohei had just spoken the taboo that only a select few dared to say in front of Mukuro. The dark aura around him flared, as did Ryohei's to match with his.

"Kufufu, you will regret this."

"I'M GONNA WIN TO THE EXTREME!"

The clerk at the register watched them with fearful eyes, praying that the intimidating customers would soon leave before they destroyed the entire building.

Reborn sipped a mug of espresso in the Sawada's kitchen in Bianchi's lap. Fuuta, I-Pin, and Lambo were busy playing outside while Nana hung out the laundry.

"I heard that one of the Kokuyo guys was attacked." Bianchi spoke down to Reborn who replied after taking another sip of coffee. "Yeah. Seems like he wasn't seriously beaten up, but I have a feeling this is some sort of warning."

"Warning?" Bianchi grimaced. "So is it really the people you were talking about?"

"Most likely." Reborn confirmed and set his mug down on the table. "I don't think we're going to be able to avoid encountering them. We have no choice but to be prepared."

"But, to go against such a family," Bianchi voiced her concerns. "Wouldn't it be better to wait for more information on them to be leaked?"

"Normally, yes." Reborn crossed his arms in all seriousness. "But I have a hunch that they aren't going to wait that long."

Speak of the devil, Leone began to ring on Reborn's hat. The lizard morphed into a cell phone, and Reborn picked up the call.

"Ciaossu." Reborn was only met with static silence on the other end. It was impossible for someone to prank call the phone of the worlds strongest hitman, so there was definitely someone calling.

A buzzing sound hissed in Reborn's ears for a few moments while he and Bianchi waited silently. The sound soon cleared, and he was greeted by an unknown voice.

"Hello, Sun Arcobaleno, Reborn."

Reborn gripped his phone and got straight down to business. "Who is this?" Bianchi tensed beneath Reborn as he spoke.

"I suspect you can guess who I am, so I won't bother introducing myself." The voice didn't seem too old, actually quite young, but it was definitely a boy's. Reborn listened as the boy on the other end continued. "I'll get straight to the point. If Vongola Decimo does not want any of his acquaintances harmed, then he'll meet us in Namimori forest at five o'clock sharp tomorrow along with every one of his guardians."

And before Reborn could say anything else, the call was ended. Reborn sat in silence as Leone resumed his lizard form.

"Reborn, was that-?!" Bianchi asked, fearing the answer.

"Yeah." Reborn's gaze hardened under his fedora.

"I guess we'll be meeting them after all."

I got some suggestions for YamamotoxOC and YamamotoxM.M. I'm gonna list some random pairings, please vote on your choice!

1. YamamotoxOC

2. YamamotoxM.M.

3. YamamotoxBianchi

4. YamamotoxBluebell

5. YamamotoxAdelheid

...wow, there really aren't that many girl characters...oh well, please vote!