It’s been twenty years since Sawada Tsunayoshi became Vongola’s tenth boss and everything is peaceful in Namimori. He married the woman of his dreams, had a few children, and is living prosperously.

But Now…

Reborn is back, as the tutor for the new successor: Sawada Honoku, his oldest child!
Join Hanako(along with his six family members with the half vongola rings, and others) on his goal to become a Vongola boss! The only problem is, he's just like his papa! Well, that’s not the only problem, let’s not forget the pushy Varia and hitman after the poor, soon-to-be-vongola’s head! What will convince the 11th to embrace his destiny?

Check out the OOC thread for more information here!:http://www.menewsha.com/forum/commun...ndecisimo.html

"Aya! Aya, wake up, wake up! Grandpa made breakfast!" The voice was adorable. Angelic, really.

But right now that voice was the equivalent to nails on a chalkboard. "Uuu... Ya-a-toooo-kooooo... Go awaaaaaaayyyy." A huff and Ayachi suddenly found himself roughly pushed to the floor. "Aagh. Dammit, Yato." A giggle and the girl scampered away, leaving the eldest Yamamoto child to pick himself up and ready himself for school.

He sighed, running a hand through his unbound hair. This sucked ass. He drowsily went though his morning routine, finally arriving downstairs. "Neeh... What's today, gramps?"

"Inari sushi for your lunch and rice for breakfast! Plus some toast."

"...Thanks..." Ayachi yawned, looking around. Yatoko was cheerfully eating her breakfast quickly, but Shinyuu was absent. Again. "Where's Shin?" He asked, beginning to gobble down his food.

"Ah, that kid went out a long time ago. Something up? He looked more irritable than usual."

"Hm? Well... Oh, right. Dad's dropping by a few days from now, right?"

"Yeap! You know, you and Yuu-chan could learn a few things from your dad- Yuu-chan's too stiff and you're not active enough! Toko-chan here is a good example for ya, though! Ain't that right?"

"Un, un!" Yatoko giggled. It often made the elder Yamamoto twin wonder if she was really five instead of thirteen. Oh well. He vaugely wondered if he should hurry up in case Shinyuu decided to be a homicidal asshole again. He brushed it off, figuring that nothing so bad could happen.

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"I am going to murder the next five people I see."

Shinyuu was angry. Very angry. That dumbass was coming home soon. Like his life wasn't a pain enough! Fuck him and his mafia crap! He hated it! Shinyuu continued brooding as he stormed down the street, black shoulder bag making metallic 'chink' sounds, as if a bunch of metal objects were in there.

He needed to kick someone's ass NOW. Fortunately for him(and unfortunately for a certain Sawada), he was approaching his favorite target's usual 'OMG-I'M-LATE' point where they crossed paths. A wicked grin crossed his face. Perfect. Not even that Hibari-bitch would be able to stop him now.... Not that she ever could. He rolled his eyes at the thought of her. Just because her dad ran the police force and was an utter badass(whom he grudgingly respected) didn't mean she was hot stuff on the battlefield.

Oh well, all his stress would be gone, if only for a moment, very soon.

As if on cue a voice vibrated throughout the house and out the windows of the Sawada residence.

"Hahi!! Mom, why didn't you wake me up sooner?!" Honoku cried as he ran down the steps, hopped over the last one and began to tie his shoes.

"I did! Three times!" His mother scolded, but her deep brown her eyes were warm and there was a smile on her face. He reminded her so much of him, it was almost like he was never gone. She kneeled and held out a piece of toast, and Honoku gratefully caught it between his lips before standing up and heading for the door.

"Fanks ma!" he gave her a wave and left through the door, only to almost trip on his own two feet. He gave a squeak of 'Hahi!!', stumbled forward, then picked up inertia, oblivious to the misfortune(well, more misfortune than he'd usually get) that was about to befall him.
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Little did anyone know that at that moment, someone was lurking on the rooftops. Detected by none was the sun arcoboleno, Reborn, his fedora keeping him safe from the early suns rays, and shadowing his face. Still, it was obvious his eyes were upon the scene in front of him. His new student was there, and he needed to observe Boss-in-training before he did anything.

Ah, right on time. Shinyuu grinned maliciously, stopping right in the boy's path. He wasn't paying attention, as per usual, and thus he aptly timed the moment of impact. He wasn't moved as Sawada Honoku ran into him, only a small grunt escaping his lips as his bottle of water- Which had 'magically' appeared in his hand- dropped to the ground, bursting apart and wetting his shoes and most of Honoku's person. As the boy was picking himself up from the ground, Shinyuu gave a dark glare.

"Sawada. That was my water." Honoku knew what was coming next- He probably knew it line for line by now. Shinyuu sure did, as this happened every morning. EVERY. DAMN. MORNING. Honoku should probably be suspicious by now, but the mind numbing fear tended to make suspicions come much slower than they should. "...I hope you have put your affairs in order." Ah the death threat. Over a water bottle, apparently. Then again, he had beat Honoku up over less. Today it was a water bottle. Yesterday it had been a juice box. The day before it had been an egg(!?!?), and the day before that it had been a keychain, and before that it had been a pebble, and so on.

Then his hand snapped out and grabbed the front of Honoku's shirt, yanking him forward right into his fist. The satisfying feeling of his knuckles striking the boy's cheek bone, the sound Honoku made when he kneed the boy in the stomach, the sight of blood when he gave a solid punch to the boy's nose- It was therapeutic to him. It was disturbingly graceful, if one looked, how smooth and precise his movements were, like a macabre dance. Meanwhile, he was saying something- He wasn't sure what exactly but he was sure it was, as per usual, threatening, insulting and disturbingly creative, so he decided to tune in.

"-spread on the sidewalk before I throttle you with your hand that I severed off with a rusty chainsaw, but not after I string you up by your balls and hang you off of the school roof with your own intestines. Did you know, Sawada? A human can survive two hours without their guts- Lets see how long you'll last with all that blood of yours- Oh, 'scuze me, what little blood is left rushing to your head while you hang from the roof with those guts of yours keeping you up there- How's that sound, Sawada?" Also as per usual, he painted graphically horrifying pictures in the boy's head.

Ruthlessly, relentlessly, he beat the crap out of the poor boy. He always wondered how the kid seemed to look perfectly fine by lunch period, but figured it was alright, because he could just re-disfigure him, anyway. "Oh, and I'm taking your money. I need to buy a new water bottle, after all." He stated easily as he finally halted, stress completely gone- Temporarily, but for now, he was relaxed as ever. He gave and easy smile- He looked exactly like his father now, laughing cheerfully as he raided the boy's stuff and took whatever interested him.

He hummed, turning and heading to school with his temporary happiness. Ah man, he's poor as usual. Oh well, I should be able to buy some pocky with this~

"..." Shizu observed the scene before her with an air of indifference, it was that Yamamoto kid again. The one that was always referring to her as a bitch. Really...he wasn't all that frightening, was it really her fault she didn't find him scary in the slightest? She brushed her bangs to the side again, out of her eyes and twirled a chakram with one hand, unflinching, even at Shinyuu's graphic explanation of what he would like to do to the Sawada kid. If he did go through with what he was saying, Shizu had no doubt her father would have no problem with "biting" this kid to death. Though she could probably take him herself...most underestimated her just because she was a girl, and a thin one at that. She didn't see what that had to do with anything.

"You're bleeding all over the ground." she said, nudging Honoku's body with a foot, "Clean that up or else." She let the chakram she had been twirling fall, digging a gash into the ground right next to Honoku's face, a centimeter from his nose, "I'll make what that Yamamoto kid did seem like child's play." She glanced up at the sky then and 'tch'ed. She kicked her chakram back up and caught it, said weapon disappearing somewhere onto her person before she turned her back on the bleeding teen. She was going to be late to school if she didn't hurry up...not like she went to class anyway. Those teachers were pathetic.

After stepping through the school gates, Shizu leaned casually against said gates, she had inherited her father's position after all. Being disciplinary head wasn't as easy as it seemed, seeing as people still underestimated her. Fools that they were.

Nero cursed under his breath as he slammed his apartment door shut. He was behind schedule now and was going to be late for school if he didn't hurry. The silver-haired boy quickly glanced at his watch. If he ran, he should still be able to pass Honoku's house to check if he had left already. Even with his thoughts on his friend, Nero could not shake off the headache that was growing ever since he got a call from his father. He was coming home and the sixteen year-old was not ready to see him.

He rushed down the road and turned a corner. There stood the Sawada home and all was quiet. Hm... Honoku must have left already. Let's see if he could catch up. Nero quickened his pace and turned the next corner, only to be greeted with the sight of his bloody best friend. All worries of being late flew out the window as the red-eyed teen ran over. "Honoku!!" He cried, kneeling down to look over the wounds. They were terrible, as usual. He growled.

'Shinyuu...' That guy was going to get it once he got to school. As Nero started calculating what to do with which cut, he noticed a small crack in the concrete next to Honoku's face. He traced his finger over it before twitching. Shizu had passed. He sighed. Seriously, couldn't that girl just try and help for once? After one more look over, the silver-haired boy pulled Honoku up and draped his arm over his shoulders. There was nothing he could do at the moment with the lack of medical supplies. Without another thought or word, Nero wrapped his arm around his shorter friend and carried him over to Namimori High.

MEANWHILE AT THE COUNCIL OF DOOMVONGOLA HEADQUARTERS

Tsunayoshi sighed in relief as he finally finished his daily dose of paperwork. Leaning back, he relaxed slightly as he enjoyed his freedom from constant reading. He would end up getting reading glasses if this kept up. He thought of Haru and Honoku- Especially his son. The boy was just like he had been, and he couldn't help but be sympathetic to him... Especially since he had all but sicked Reborn on him. He was tempted to call the tutor back, but he knew that this was long over due. Honoku was in high school now- He was almost an adult... He had to learn, for his own sake and the familia.

...That still didn't make him feel better about it, though. He gave another sigh, but then blinked as he heard a ruckus down the hall outside of his office. He groaned lightly and sat up, waiting for his door to burst open like it usually did.

He was not disappointed.

He was, however, surprised as Roduko Mukuro did so instead of Gokudera or Ryohei. And, with growing horror, the mist guardian looked pissed. He wasn't even smiling, snarl clear on his face.

"Where is he, Sawada Tsunayoshi."

"What? Where's who?"

"Where. Is. Yonomu."

"...Yono-chan? What's wrong, is he missing?"

"Yes. Now, Sawada Tsunayoshi, or I swear I will-"

"W-wait! Hold on, hold on! L-lets calm down. Why would I know where he is? What makes you think I'd know-" Suddenly, his computer blinked to life as a call came in. Mukuro and Tsuna stared at each other as it beeped before Tsuna slowly connected the call. To his surprise, it was one of Hibari's officers.

"We received a sighting of a small child being carried by a large white owl over Namimori- Here is the picture, sir. Sir Hibari ordered us to forward this to you." Tsuna's eyebrow twitched just a tad as he accepted the file, and low and behold, it contained little Rodoku Yonomu being carried by an owl with his little plushie and mini-dent in hand. He heard Mukuro have a sudden intake of breath.

"Wait, Mukuro! I needed to talk to you, anyway! Don't forget the deal!" The look the man gave him would have made lesser men cringe but Tsuna barely flinched... Although it mostly had to do with willpower.

"...You had best have a very good reason to keep me from my son, Sawada Tsunayoshi." Unable to control himself, the Vongola Decimo gulped and quickly sent a pair of texts to both Gokudera and Yamamoto.

'Come to my office now. Its literally a matter of life and death- In this case, my life!'

BACK AT NAMIMORI HIGH

"...Yare yare, he really went crazy this time, neh?" Ayachi asked, walking up to Nero and Honoku. "And here I thought today would be a good day..." He went to the other side of the wimpy brunette and helped Nero get the boy to school. "Shinyuu's a lot worse than usual, though. Oh, you guys finish your math work? I hear sensei's planning a pop quiz on the formulas."

How could he continue like there was absolutely nothing wrong, even as he carried his broken and bleeding friend to school? It must have been Yamamoto family curse/blessing or something.

If he had been loking up, he would have noticed a large white bird in the sky not too far away...

AT THE SAWADA HOUSEHOLD

The large owl landed, placing its package on the soft grass. It then faded out of existence as the package yawned, looking up with sleepy eyes at its surroundings. The child yawned again and curled up into a ball, tightly hugging his mini-dent and owl plushie as he fell asleep.

Vongola Headquarters

"Now now Gokudera, Ryohei." Takeshi chided, as he watched the two guardians arguing. After all these years, they still enjoyed screaming at each other, and from time to time, fighting. Which was no good for the house help...That's probably why the maids liked Yamamoto so much, because he could talk them down before they made a mess of things.

He felt his phone vibrate in his suit pants pocket and took it out, his ever-present smile slipped out of place for a moment before he turned and started to sprint off, giving a quick "Sorry!" to the maids as he went.


Outside of Namimori

After Shinyuu had given him his daily beating, and Shizu added insult(and more injury) to injury, Honoku lay their for a moment, in his pained stupor, staring at the crack in the sidewalk that Shizu had left on the ground.

"You're just as pathetic as him. Even more so... Decimo shouldn't have waited this long. Dame-Honoku, I hope you're ready." came an oddly squeaky voice to his left.

"Wh-who?" he tried to turn his head and failed miserably. A second later, Nero was at his side and he was being lifted. A shamed blush filled his cheeks as his friend oh-so-effortlessly lifted him. Nero was just fall enough that Hono's feet hardly touched the floor as they walked. Guess he was just as pathetic as the voice (he was dubbing it his subconscious) said he was.

Soon, he felt another body against him as Ayachi joined them. "Yeah, I could tell. His punches were...harder than usual." Honoku admitted. Was it strange to be able to tell the difference in someone's moods by their punches? Normally, he would feint going to his face and get him in the gut, like a cat playing with a mouse...

"Hahi! We had homework?" forgetfulness at its best...

Outside of the Sawada household

Haru hummed to herself as she did the laundry and bopped to the music on the radio.

"And here's the newest single from the up and coming pop idol, Firefly! It's called I'll see you soon 'Mio amore del cielo!"

Haru was so into what she was doing that she didn't even notice the giant bird place a familiar looking baby onto the grass beside her. After hanging up a few of Honoku's shirts (which, oddly enough always seemed to have red stains. He must really like ketchup on his school lunches!) she turned around to see a blue haired surprise.

"H-hahi?" she squeaked, kneeling beside the sleeping toddler. Well, this was odd...he certainly looked familiar. Something told her that she should get up and run away, or call Tsuna, but then the little one gave a yawn and she just melted.

"Hahi, aren't you the cutest thing?" She scooped the angel up into her arms and brought him inside.

She was sure Honoku wouldn't mind it if she put him in his bed to rest.

VONGOLA HEADQUARTERS

"No I need the financial data on my desk by 4:00 today." The sound of heels clicking against marble and the melodious voice of the blond woman quickly filled the hallway as the said woman walked along the corridors of the Vongola headquarters. She turned a sharp corner to be greeted with a familiar shout.

"Let's fight right here Octopus-head!! I'm going to beat you to the extreme!!" Sonya sweatdropped before turning her attention back to her phone call. "I'll call you later." She told the other line, hanging up without another word. She headed closer to the source of the fighting and just as she assumed, saw Sasagawa Ryohei and Gokudera Hayato glaring at each other, fists ready. Several maids were cowering around them, hoping that they would stop. And further down the hallway was the silhoutte of one Yamamoto Takeshi. Sonya wondered where he was going but was cut off by one of the maids.

"Sonya-sama! Can you please calm your husband and Ryohei-sama down before they break something?!" She cried.

"But of cou-" A sudden vibration in her suit pocket interrupted the blond. It couldn't have been her phone; that was in her hand. Sonya dug into her pocket and pulled out a similar model, but red. It was Hayato's cell. It must have slipped into her pocket when they were changing that morning. On the caller ID, it read 'Juudaime'. Perfect timing.

"Mi amore, it's your second love." Sonya suddenly announced as she tossed the phone to her husband.

NAMIMORI

"I finished it." Nero answered the older, and more pleasant, Yamamoto twin, "And I'll tutor you guys during the break. Honoku, you can copy off me if you'd like." No matter how much he tried to help, both Ayachi and Honoku could never do better in class. Most likely thanks to complete laziness (Ayachi) or plain forgetfulness (Honoku).

"But seriously Ayachi, I'm going to kick your brother's ass once I see him." Nero added, slowly getting angry at the situation. And as they got closer to the school, he saw the familiar figure of his cousin. He twitched again. This was not starting out at as good day...

AT THE SCHOOL GATES

"You know I'll be eating during break. Or sleeping. Whichever comes first. Oh, by the way, I've got Inari sushi for lunch today- What'd you get? Unless you didn't bring lunch from home this time." He asked cheerfully, completely oblivious to Nero's mood. He expected the next line, however- Some form of it always escaped the Italian's mouth after Honoku's daily beating.

"Oi, oi, you remember what happened last time you tried to do that?" He certainly did- Mostly because it had happened yesterday and they went through this routine EVERY. DAMN. DAY. If he hadn't intervened, Shinyuu would've sent Nero to the hospital. Ayachi looked up, noticing Shizu. He grinned. Today he felt like stirring up some trouble- Not that anyone would be able to tell what he was thinking because as usual, no one thought he could think at all. "Hi Shizuzu-chan~!"

Students who were milling through the gates froze, and the temperature went down a couple notches. Did Yamamoto Ayachi, one of the (much less)feared Yamamoto Twin, just call Hibari Shizu by a pet name? He grinned obliviously, waving at her as he herded Honoku and Nero through the school gates.

Activating shit storm in five... Four... Three... Two...

IN A TREE ON SCHOOL GROUNDS

Shinyuu had been relaxing on a thick branch, humming quietly to himself with a content smile. His good mood usually never lasted this long, and he was rather grateful that it did this time. Beating the crap out of Sawada was more satisfying than usual, too.

It was almost like he wouldn't be able to do it again for a long time. But that was ridiculous- What was that? He could have sworn he saw a flash of something on the roof. His attention was draw to a commotion by the gates, however, and looked to see his brother and his friends going through it with a frozen crowd of students. He smirked at Honoku's sorry state, but then noticed that his wounds were particularly bad this time.

...He actually felt kind of guilty. It really wasn't Honoku's fault his dad was coming to visit, and it never was Honoku's fault that he was such fun bully-bait... But fuck it, he needed stress relief. It wasn't like he gave a damn how his victims felt! He definitely wasn't feeling guilty and his stomach was all weird because he must've eaten something bad! And he definitely wasn't pouting about his moral dilemma, dammit! It was a frightening scowl of rage! Unadulterated, cruel and merciless fury!

Vongola Headquarters

Gokudera turned away from the older lawn-head in front of him, about to ask his wife what she was talking about, before noticing his cell sailing through the air. He caught it effortlessly and turned his back on Ryohei, opening the text. He scanned the contents quickly before 'tch'ing, "I don't have time for you." he said to Ryohei before nodding to his wife and turning to go. After taking a few steps he paused and turned his head, "Cross was looking for you." he said to his wife before darting down the hall after Yamamoto. He couldn't let that idiot beat him to office. Even if they were on better terms now, he was still Tsuna' right hand man, he should've made sure he had his cell before leaving the room that morning.

After he reached the office, Gokudera threw the doors open, "What's wrong Juudaime?" Then he noticed Mukuro and frowned slightly.

School Gates

Shizu was pissed. No, that was an understatement. She was beyond pissed, but if what her Father had told her was correct, all Yamamoto's were idiots anyway. Well...according to her Father and Uncle anyway. Her Mother said that they were just special and that they made great pillows...her Mother always was a little...strange. So, even though Shizu was beyond pissed, she managed to hide it quite well. Only the slightest narrowing of her eyes occurred before she directed her glare to the student body that had frozen. They immediately ran for the school building...err walked away really quickly, running was prohibited unless in physical education or practice.

"Yamamoto." Shizu said in reply. She was sorely tempted to smack him around a few times with her chakram but her Mother's words rang through her head. She hadn't wanted her daughter to become an exact copy of her Father, the man that had "bitten-to-death" every living being that got on his nerves. Though Cross loved her husband dearly, she just couldn't help but shake her head at his silly tendencies. Shizu frowned slightly as she looked over the three. Ayachi, her cousin Nero, and Honoku, who still looked worse for wear...which reminded her, she'd have to get that hole she'd made fixed.

Somewhere within Vongola Headquarters

Cross hated heels. With a burning passion. So it wasn't strange to see her walking down the halls with her shoes in her hand rather than on her feet. It was a wonder she even owned heels. Beyond that though, she was annoyed. She was supposed to have gone back to Namimori two days ago. She'd called Hibari to tell him that she couldn't get back and he'd ignored her call, or he hadn't seen it, either way, he hadn't picked up and so, with a mix of guilt, annoyance, and maybe a little bit of fear, Cross was wandering the halls of the Headquarters looking for her sister to see if maybe Sonya could find a way to get her back to Japan. Afterall, Shizu was waiting for her and Cross missed her daughter. Though maybe it was also because she missed Hibari that was pissing her off.

((gaaah, everyone's posts are so long T - T))

VONGOLA HEADQUARTERS

Sonya should have wondered why her younger sister was looking for, but decided to take the moment and watch her husband leave. Well, more specifically watch his... backside. She blushed and shook her head. Bad Sonya. You're at work.

"Good morning Ryohei." She finally greeted as she flipped open her phone in order to call Cross, "How's Hana?"

"Good morning Sonya! She's doing great! The baby's due to arrive any day now." The white-haired man replied with a grin.

"That's nice to hear. Give her my regards. I'll talk to you later." She turned away and started down the hall again, bringing the ringing phone close to her ear.

NAMIMORI HIGH

Nero sweatdropped when he heard Ayachi's nickname for Shizu. Did he really want to die today? Then he watched her icy anger radiate from her entire body. Most people would have shivered, or at least flinched at the sight of her glare. But being her cousin and having spent so much time with her over the years had made him immune. Especially since both his Mother and Uncle were just as scary.

"Shizu, can you please save this argument later? Honoku needs to get to the nurse." He announced, hoping this would be enough to stop any kind of fight between them.

NAMIMORI POLICE BUILDING

Being the Namimori police chief brought both perks and pains with the job. Hibari Kyouya was experiencing one of those pains right now. His desk was filled to the brim with paperwork, but his mind was elsewhere. Where the hell was Cross? She was supposed to be back home days ago, but when he arrived at the airport there was no sign of her. And to make matters worse, whenever he tried to contact her, his attention was quickly averted by his job. From a string of robberies to some stupid delinquents hassling the market, there was no chance for him to pick up his cell and call her.

He had made one of his subordiantes watch his messages and alert him once he got a call from his wife, but he had gotten nothing from that. Hibari was literally on the edge of his seat because of the stress and was ready to attack the first person who did something stupid.

((I don't know why, but I love making quiet or serious characters secret perverts. XD))

(Staring at her husband's ass hardly counts as 'perverted'. -_-;)

HIGHSCHOOL NEVER ENDS

"Eh? What's wrong with greeting Shizuzu-chan? Its not like she's a homicidal asshole like her dad~" ...Two things were made quite clear with that sentence. One, Ayachi was purposely angering her. Two, he was clearly disrespecting her father and he knew she would not stand for that.

The students who still remained, abiet at a distance, were already murmuring amongst themselves, about how Shizu was just letting the Yamamoto twin do what he wanted and how she wasn't as tough as they thought. Oh yes, Ayachi definitely wanted a fight. Hanako's physical state was on the back burner, besides, the kid always turned out okay anyway.

Shinyuu, who had been watching idly, had no idea what was going on, too far away to hear anything but close enough to see them. He wondered what was happening but made himself comfortable, planning to enjoy whatever show his older brother was cooking up.

VONGOLLLLAAAAAAAAA~

Tsuna sighed in relief. "Thank gods, I thought you weren't going to get here in time." He told them over Mukuro's trident, which was pointed at his throat. He pushed it away, and Mukuro retreated, frowning for a second longer before his usual smile was on his face. It somehow made him that much scarier.

"I need all three of you for this, so..." Tsuna cleared his throat before a serious air was about him, picking up three folders and spreading them out on his desk. "There has been intelligence on the disturbances we've had as of late- No doubt you all have heard about them by now." Mukuro chuckled.

"You mean the Michelloto family? I hear they were the ones responsible for the incidents." Tsuna frowned. "Yes, it does seem that they are responsible, but this is too easy. Far too easy. I investigated further and found that someone is using them as a cover. Who ever is truly behind this wants us to start a war... And I'd like to avoid that, if I can.'

We had various leads as to who could be responsible, but we have narrowed them down to a few. I'd like all of you to investigate the locations given, and try to find out who would want to start a war and why. Gokudera, I'd like you to check out Tokyo, some suspicious movements are happening there... Afterwards, go visit your son, I you said you were due to see him soon anyway. Mukuro, please go to Moscow and figure out what is happening- The last person assigned there hasn't contacted us at the scheduled check in and hasn't for the past week. Take Chrome with you, I don't want you going in this alone... Yamamoto."

Tsuna looked up, expression grave. "I want you to go to Namimori, something is happening there- I'm afraid that someone may have found Honoku's identity and may be planning something... I also want you to team up with Hibari- He should have some idea of what is going on." Tsunayoshi sighed lightly, gauging their reactions. Mukuro was, well, furious- His expression hadn't changed but one could feel the fury radiating off of him.

"...Don't worry, Mukuro, I'm sure Yonomu is fine. I'll get Hibari and Yamamoto to look for him." It didn't appease the Mist guardian(or half of the mist guardian, anyway), but he didn't attack, so that was something, right? The decimo turned to Gokudera. "Please get your wife and her sister, would you? Else wise, you may go now." Tsuna rubbed his temples with a hand, staring worriedly at his Guardians. He had a feeling this was going to turn out much worse than he thought.

Mukuro faded away with his signature chuckle, more malicious and angry than usual. He wanted to groan is despair- The illusionist was really pissed off. He blinked, then called out quickly as the guardians left. "Oh, that's right! Yamamoto! Can you get Shinyuu to, well... Not attack my son anymore?" He was actually rather embarrassed to ask that, both for himself and for Yamamoto. He really couldn't understand how Shinyuu could be so... Mean, when his father was the literal definition of happiness.

Vongola Headquarters

"Ah." Cross stoppd her random trek and pulled her phone from her pocket to check the caller i.d. It was Sonya, "Hi Sonya-nee~" she answered the phone cheerfully...or as cheerfully as she could in her current mood.

Gokudera nodded, his expression hardening. When Tsuna dismised them Gokudera immediately check edhis phone and tried dialing Sonya's number. He got a busy tone and frowned before sliding his phone away. He'd have to find them the old way then. He started down the hall, checking all the hallways he passed as he went.

Namimori

He didn't. He did not just insult her father. "Nero..." Shizu muttered. She couldn't care less if the students started rumors, she'd crush them easily enough. But it was getting harder and harder for her to keep her promise to her Mother.

((ah...i have no idea what to type >.>))