Adult-FanFiction.org : Anime

Cosa Nostra	By : stormflame89 Category: +G to L > Katekyo Hitman Reborn Views: 2689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing in Katekyo Hitman Reborn and make no money from this fanfiction

Chapter List
- 4
- 5
I own nothing and receive no momentary compensation for writing this.
Ok hi every one. I know this is really early but I got some really cool reviews that really kick started my muse and I pumped out almost this entire chapter in like 8 hours. It might not be any good but please review literally it works wonders and please give a hand to my reviewers because I love them. Sorry it is really late here but I wanted to update before I hit the sack. So here it is, I hope I answered your questions OperaEagle IcelynLacelett if not hit me up on facebook, that goes for all of you, my link is on my profile page now.
Well have fun and remember translation list is at the bottom. P.S. I changed the format a little
Chapter 5
August 15, 2001 - Italy - Reborn
Reborn, born Renato Sinclair, was known as the World’s Greatest Hitman, The Cursed Sun and the Strongest of the Arcobaleno among many other things. So he wasn’t surprised when he was recognized the moment he stepped into the somewhat trashy Mafia bar.
“It’s Reborn,” called a man a little too deep into his cup, “Looks like you were called by the Old Man again.”
“Must be tough being popular.” Grumbled the first mans drinking buddy. “Going to Roma next? Venezia?”
“Giappone1.” The cursed Sun said; his voice childlike despite his flat tone.
“What?” Echoed around the bar.
“The Old Man must’ve finally made up his mind.” Another man said as he set his cup on the bar top. Reborn said nothing else as he wondered over to a secluded table. Leon, his shape-shifting chameleon, crawled from his fedora after he had jumped to sit on the chair.
The bar man, an old white haired retired giovane d'onore2, walked over with a tumbler of old scotch in hand. Reborn gratefully took the glass and watched with half lidded black eyes as the man scurried away. Being so well known had its benefits; he took a sip and enjoyed the smooth bite even as his Sun Flames burned away the alcohol. After a moment he took out the folder he had received from Nono, though he had already memorized the information inside.
He spent several long minutes flipping through the file, pausing every now and then to reread a paragraph, while sipping his drink. Just about the time his glass was empty he put the folder away, he was unhappy. It was clear that whoever had written the information had shaded it to make the boy seem perfect if a little average. Reborn knew that no one was that perfect and reading between the lines he suspected that the boy was more than a little rough around the edges.
Moreover he had found little in the way of information about the madre3 or fratello4 of the candidate. All he knew was their names and ages, making them unknowns. Reborn hated unknowns; they made jobs so much harder. Normally he would have spent some time gathering his own information using his bugs or even his large network of human spies but the Nono was officially without an heir and well he wasn’t a member of the Vongola he was tied to them.
He sighed, fixed his fedora and finished his drink. The black hair toddler laid some money on the table and jumped down from the chair. Everyone in the bar had paused what they were doing as soon as he had moved. Reborn tipped his fedora down to hid the pleased smirk that over took his face. He strolled out but paused in the door.
“Lo0ks like it is going to be a long journey.”
000000000000000000000000000000000
August 17, 2001 - Japan - Reborn
It was early morning when Reborn touched down in Namimori, and he spent a long while familiarizing himself with the town and setting up caches of weapons of costumes in key places. He had decided on his long ride to spend the first part of the day making observations, though he had already slipped his flier into the Sawada’s mailbox.
Time passed quickly and reborn found himself perched in the tree opposite the house in question, dressed as an inconspicuous pinecone. The one good thing about having been cursed into a toddler was that he could wear some pretty ridiculous outfits without anyone really looking sideways, after all what child didn’t play dress-up and make-believe.
He was just starting to get impatient when he heard a loud crash from inside the house. Not long after the door was opened and a body was literally thrown out onto the concrete. Framed in the doorway was a semi-tall teen with bright blond hair and a mean smile.
“I don’t even know why you get out of bed, Dame-Tsuna.” The boy who Reborn could tell was Yoshimi snarled down at his fratello. He stepped out into the sunlight and spit on the other boy. “You just fail at everything you do. Kaa-san should have drowned you at birth.”
Reborn was going to kill Iemitsu and charge Nono extra because he had a whole hell of a lot of work to do to change the bully in front of him into a respectable mafia don. Even as the toddler was working out the increase in price Yoshimi started walking, right over the fallen boy, toward the center of town.
After several long moments the second boy stood up slowly and turned to face the tree in which Reborn sat. The Arcobaleno knew in that moment at least one reason that Iemitsu wanted his second figlio5 to be kept out of the Mafia, he was a dead ringer for the Vongola Primo despite his more subdued coloring.
Tsunayoshi flicked his eyes about as if looking for someone and even passed his gaze right over where Reborn sat before tripping… over nothing. The boy blushed as he levered himself up and started following his fratello. Reborn jumped from tree to tree, roof to roof, keeping both boys in sight; Yoshimi because it was his job and Tsunayoshi out of curiosity.
The brunette walked alone a good distance behind the other, while Yoshimi met up with some friends who seemed to be a little too thuggish for Reborn’s liking. Every once in a while Tsunayoshi would trip on air, intriguing the tiny hitman.
Just before reaching the center of town and Namimori Middle or Nami-chuu the group of boys paused and straightened themselves up before rushing past the gates. Tsunayoshi didn’t pause and merely trudged forward. From a top one of the decorative pillars jumped a teen; the brunette looked up and gave a weak bow.
“Hibari-sama.” He intoned in a quiet, exhausted voice. The black haired teen frowned. Hibari Kyoya if Reborn’s earlier information gathering was to be believed was Namimori’s self proclaimed disciplinarian. And a strong Positive Cloud given the large amount of Cloud Flames the boy was giving off.
As an Arcobaleno Reborn was a little more privy to the details behind the differences between Positive and Negative sub-types. The real difference besides the personality traits that where common and often bred into each sub-type was small tiny fluctuations in a person’s Flames.
These fluctuations made it easier to use their Flames in one way verses another. For instance a Positive Cloud, like the Hibari boy, was more likely to express his Flame outwardly while a Negative Cloud, like Skull the lackey, could internalize the Flame making themselves almost immortal. Not to say that a Flame user was restricted by their sub-type fluctuations but that it was just harder and took more practice to overcome such limitations.
Reborn shook himself and focused just in time to see the Cloudling raise a steel tonfa high above his head and take a swing at the still bowed boy. Only the strike never connected because at that moment Tsunayoshi tripped, once again over nothing. The Hibari’s weapon struck the ground leaving a small divot in the asphalt. Reborn would have been impressed if he wasn’t reeling from a blast of Flames that had occurred seconds before the boy tripping.
Oh he was going to kill Iemitsu for not telling that his other figlio was a damned Sky. He didn’t really understand why the boy’s Flames were not more present, but there was no mistaking the sweet flavor of Sky Flames. It left Reborn’s teeth aching. He would have to change how he had planned to deal with the boy as he would be unable to honor the bastardo’s6 request.
Skies were always brought in, one way or the other.
A bell ringing brought Reborn back from his thoughts and he caught sight of Tsunayoshi running toward the school while the Hibari jumped back to his perch. The black haired toddler jumped to another tree and soon was outside his student’s class window and just in time to see the brunette teen to come falling through the class’s open door. Reborn frowned because he had felt the smallest spike of Flame pressure come from Tsunayoshi as the boy had tripped, and to make matters worse almost every student in the room had released an answering burst as they turned to laugh at the brunette.
Reborn felt his life getting even more complicated by the second.
000000000000000000000000000000000
August 17, 2001 - Japan - Tsunayoshi
Tsuna had suspected that it wasn’t going to be a good day as soon as he woke up that morning. Of course no day was particularly good when one was Dame-Tsuna but some were better than others. His morning had been normal enough; falling down the stairs, dealing with Yoshimi and falling multiple times on his way to his new school. Having to deal with Hibari-sama was still new but he had easily incorporated it into his routine.
The hard part was that through the entire morning he had felt as if someone was watching him. It wasn’t uncommon for people to watch him; he was after all the comic-relief of his town but the eyes watching him seemed different and it scattered his concentration more than normal.
During P.E. he had ended up taking more than one ball to the face to his reluctant teammate’s annoyance. He ended up having to take over the clean-up duties despite it being a group effort; he didn’t mind all that much, it gave him time to relax as the eyes moved away. He was just sweeping up when he saw two girls walking by the gym windows.
Sasagawa Kyoko and her friend Kurokawa Hana were talking with their heads bent together. He paused to watch them; Sasagawa-san was one of the few people in the entire town that was nice to him. Well not nice per say but not mean and that was a plus in her favor. In another time and place he might have a crush on her but he knew for a fact the Yoshimi had her marked for the next Sawada-san, and he wasn’t suicidal.
It also didn’t help that the pretty girl was often seen in the company of Mochida Kensuke, one of the biggest alpha males in the school. As the captain of the Kendo Club Mochida-senpai7 had the pick of the crop so to speak; only superseded by the captain of the baseball team, first year idol Yamamoto Takeshi.
Tsuna turned as the duo became a trio, not wanting to get caught watching and accused of liking the strawberry-blonde. He went back to sweeping and when he was done he quickly changed into his clothes before hurrying home.
He didn’t announce himself as he opened the door to his house; he knew that it would only bring Yoshimi down to pick on him. He could hear his kaa-san8 talking upstairs probably getting on his otouto’s9 case about leaving school early. He was just taking off his outside shoes when a knock on the door startled him.
The brunette paused to listen but he could hear his otouto talking loudly, so his Kaa-san had probably not heard the door. He turned and opened the door and looked out. At first Tsuna didn’t see anyone one but when he looked down, to check if someone had left something, he saw a child staring up at him. Only the child set off every warning in Tsuna’s head, and he went crashing down to the floor even though he hadn’t been moving.
“Ciaossu.” The boy squeaked as he took tiny steps into the house. Tsuna just stared from his place on the floor as he took in everything about the kid. He was small, maybe one or two, with curly black side burns that poked out of a strange black hat. He was dressed in what looked like a fine suit and around his neck was a large yellow pacifier that again sent Tsuna’s head spinning. “It is rude to stare, Dame-Tsuna.”
Though Tsuna flinched slightly at the nickname he quickly sat up from his sprawled position on the floor. When he did he noticed a bright green lizard sitting on the toddler’s hat. He just blinked before looking down to meet large black eyes.
“Hello, how can I help you?” He asked, deciding to ignore the fact that it was a baby he was talking to. He had the feeling that thinking of the boy as anything less than a respected adult was just asking for pain.
“I am the home tutor Reborn. Sawada-san called this morning.” The toddler said as he stared right into Tsuna’s eyes. He held out a business card, which the brown eyed boy took. It was on good card stock and embossed with the words Reborn home tutor. The older boy believed every word he said.
“OF course. Please come in, Reborn-senpai.” The brunette said as he pulled himself up and moved to the side to close the door as the other fully entered the house.
“It is just Reborn.” Reborn replied. Tsuna just smiled blandly and began to lead him further into the house just as the noise on the send floor became louder.
“I don’t need a tutor!” Yoshimi yelled as he stormed down the stairs with their kaa-san trailing behind him. Tsuna wished to be anywhere but where he was at that moment, seeing as he stood between an angry blond and the door. “If anyone needs one it is Dame-Tsuna.”
“Ciaossu.” Reborn said as he bounced toward the pair. Tsuna felt it was a bad decision but just stood pressed against the hallway wall so as to avoid his otouto as much as possible. Yoshimi and their kaa-san looked shocked for a moment at the toddler’s sudden appearance before turning accusing looks onto Tsuna.
“Did you really let some random brat in the house?” Yoshimi demanded angrily. Tsuna said nothing.
“Whose child are you?” Nana asked as she crouched by Reborn.
“I am the home tutor Reborn. I have arrived three hours early but I will begin my evaluation now.” The black eyed baby said confidently. Both Yoshimi and their kaa-san began laughing; the child took this for a moment before lashing out at the youngest of them. Yoshimi went flying as he was hit in the stomach with what looked like a lot of force. “I say you were right to call me Sawada-san.”
“Oh call me Maman.” The lady of the family said, completely ignoring that he had just hit her youngest musuko.
“What the hell?” Yoshimi screamed as he pulled himself to his feet. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
Reborn’s answer was a kick to the head that left Tsuna winching. The blond fell like a rock at the feet of the stairs and stayed there. Nana fussed over him for a moment until the baby shooed her away.
“Dame-Tsuna, please help Reborn-chan and take Mi-kun to his room.” Their kaa-san said as she walked into the kitchen leaving the three alone. It took a moment for Tsuna to move, but he eventually he grabbed his otouto by the shoulders and began to drag him up the stairs.
It was a long process as Tsuna took his time, feeling each step with his foot and praying he didn’t trip. Finally they made it to the top and into Yoshimi’s room where Tsuna gently laid his otouto on the floor. He was just turning to leave the two of them alone when Reborn spoke.
“Stay.” The word came out as a command. Tsuna looked over his shoulder at the baby perched on his otouto’s bed. He felt a shiver go down his spine as he took a seat next to the knocked out teen. Reborn smiled before moving to the suitcase Tsuna hadn’t noticed before. “Dame-Tsuna’s nii-san10 will wake up shortly.”
Tsuna didn’t feel brave enough to correct the other on which of the twins were the eldest; it was what everyone thought anyways. Soon enough the blond began to stir, before suddenly sitting up. He blinked and rubbed his face before spotting Reborn.
“You…” He ground out in fury. “I won’t go easy on you just because you are a baby.”
“You can try, but I have no openings.” Reborn smiled and pulled a large gun out of from behind his bag. Tsuna felt his heart skip a bet even as his otouto went white. Neither of them moved as the baby walked towards them. “My true line of work is assassination.”
He turned the gun on Yoshimi and Tsuna felt that if it really came down to it the boy would actually shot. Yoshimi however was starting to gather himself and that left the brunette afraid for his otouto.
“My real job is turn baka-Yoshimi11 into a Mafia Boss.” The words had two different reactions. Tsuna curled into himself while Yoshimi growled and pushed the gun away.
“Kid, you are starting to get on my nerves. There is no such thing as the mafia.” The blond huffed as he glared down at the toddler. He reached out to take the gun from Reborn. “Besides babies shouldn’t play with toy guns.”
Reborn easily skipped out of reach and fired a single shot that grazed the teen’s cheek. Yoshimi sat back, his face white once again as he started to tremble slightly. Tsuna’s eyes widened but he didn’t dare move for fear of drawing either of their attentions.
“I was hired by a certain man to make you into an astounding mafia boss.” He said as he shifted the still smoking gun. “The method is up to me, should I shoot you again.”
He seemed to think for a long while before quickly turning away and walking out without another word. Both Sawadas sat in awkward silence for a few minutes before Yoshimi’s head turned until his eyes landed on Tsuna.
“What are you doing here? Get out!” The teen screamed and Tsuna rushed to his feet and out the door only to trip and end up sprawling on the floor. He could hear the blond laughing at him. “Way to go Dame-Tsuna.”
000000000000000000000000000000000
August 17, 2001 - Japan - Reborn
Reborn waited until the house was asleep before sitting up on the soft bed that belonged to Yoshimi. He double checked that his student was asleep before jumping over the bubby traps he had set. He quietly opened the door and meandered down the hall toward the second of the three occupied bedrooms.
He entered Tsunayoshi’s room just as quietly and paused to take in everything. The boy was surprisingly neat, but his desk was a complete mess. That was Reborn’s first stop in finding out what was going on with Iemitsu’s second figlio. The toddler jumped onto the table and began to peer at the papers that littered the surface.
What he found didn’t make any sense to him. Oh it was run of the mill math homework, but it looked like someone had been doing the work several times over, always getting a different answer. When he really looked Reborn could see that the person, presumably Tsuna, had gotten some parts right the first time and then wrong the second time in an inconsistent pattern.
The Arcobaleno scratched his cheek and spent several minutes looking over each problem, wondering how someone could make such a mess of the problems. After a while he turned to where the brunette teen lay quietly, he was certain that the boy was going to give him headaches but he wanted to know more about Tsuna.
After all it wasn’t every civilian that treated him with deference befitting his station but the scrap of a boy had seemed to from the very first moment they’d formally met. Even calling him Reborn-senpai, ha, and he’d even given a polite adult smile to him when Reborn had said to drop the senpai. He’d neither agreed nor disagreed in such a respectful way it had left Reborn hoping there was more to him than simply Dame-Tsuna.
Reborn carefully landed on the bed so as not to wake the subject of his investigation. He placed a hand on his pacifier and lit it with Sun Flames; while he was a Negative Sun, with more success with killing then healing, he had learned a few tricks that could be used for what he had planned. He laid his glowing hand on the teen’s chest and was instantly drawn into the mindscape of his Flames.
He was shocked and slightly disgusted by what he found. First the boy was most defiantly a Sky, weak Sky Flames flicked though out the brunette’s body. Second someone had tried to lock Tsuna’s Flames, a dangerous technique only practiced in time of great need. And third that lock was broken, the layers of another’s Sky Flames that coated the teen’s were creaked and Tsuna’s Flames bleed through.
At that moment a large flare of Flames nearly knocked the Sun back as he quickly withdrew his own Flames. The boy turned over and sighed. Reborn than felt weak fluttering responses to the flair all over the town. It seemed that the brunette was looking for Guardians even or maybe because his own Flames were so weak.
Reborn sighed; he felt a headache start in between his eyes.
000000000000000000000000000000000
August 18, 2001 - Japan - Tsuna
By the next morning the whole of Namimori, including Tsuna, had heard about the pervert Yoshimi who had confessed to the Nami-chuu idol Kyoko in his b0xers. So the first thing Tsuna did when he arrived at the school was find the pretty girl.
“Sasagawa-san.” He called. All the girls that were following the strawberry-blonde turned to glare at him. He ignored them and bowed as deeply as he could without falling. “Please forgive Yoshimi-san. He meant no harm.”
Ok, so he was lying but it was for a good cause, after all like his tou-san12 had always said ‘family is the most important thing.’ Kyoko blinked and nodded before turning back to her group of friends. Tsuna smiled and turned away just in time to see Mochida-senpai challenge his otouto to a dual.
His brows went up as Yoshimi not only accepted the challenge but boasted about his skill with a shinai. He knew there was no way that his brother could win not against Mochida-senpai anyways. Tsuna had the feeling that it was going to be another bad day.
And the brunette was right. Because as soon as classes ended the entire school went stampeding towards the Kendo hall, dragging him along for the ride. Tsuna found himself in the front of the group somehow and was staring at Mochida-senpai in complete Kendo gear but his otouto was nowhere to be seen.
Mochida -senpai was crowing about how Yoshimi had runway meaning that the black haired teen was the winner, and the prize was Sasagawa Kyoko. Tsuna felt his blood boil at the thought of the sweet girl being treated as an object and was just about to object when the doors of the Kendo hall were thrown open.
Yoshimi came in like a wild thing, in his boxers with a giant Flame on his head. He rushed Mochida-senpai and took a shinai13 to the head only it didn’t stop him; instead he plowed right on into the upperclassman. He reached toward the downed teen and ripped out a handful of hair before turning to the judge, a member of the Kendo Club. When the referee refused to raise the point Yoshimi reached for more hair. When the Kendo captain was finally bald he showed the ref who raised his flag with shaking arms.
Everyone ran to Yoshimi to congratulate the blond, even Sasagawa-san. Tsuna hung back and circled around the crowd to the small group of Kendo Club members. He didn’t approach very close too scared of their reactions to the nii-san of the defeater of their captain trying to speak to them but he gave what support he could by standing between them and the milling group. After all they were more likely to pick on Dame-Tsuna then the Kendo Club members.
Later at home, he could hear Yoshimi cheering to himself as he pranced around the house. Right up until he heard a large explosion that shook their home. He paused on his way to his room to stick his head carefully into his otouto’s room. He was greeted with the sight of large hole in the wall. He blinked but chose to ignore the whole thing.
000000000000000000000000000000000
August 20, 2001 - Japan - Tsuna
Tsuna didn’t know how his otouto got suckered into playing in the volleyball game, but the brunette was there to cheer him on. It didn’t seem to be going the way that the Nami-chuu team had in mind because Yoshimi was just plain bad at the sport being more a baseball player and even then only a mediocre one. That didn’t matter to Tsuna though because he cheered them on despite figuring they were going to lose.
A break happened and the brunette saw his otouto talking angrily with the other players. He suspected Yoshimi was trying to wiggle his way out of the game. The blond left the room and didn’t come back, Nami-chuu lost but Tsuna felt that the other team would have won even without Yoshimi dragging the team down. He was sad and left with the rest of the crowd.
000000000000000000000000000000000
August 20, 2001 - Japan - Unknown
He couldn’t believe that the wimp in the volleyball game was going to be the next capo di tutti capi14. The worm didn’t even finish the game, claiming an injury even though all his teammates had much more obvious maladies, hell he was sure one of the boys had a broken wrist. He angrily put out his cigarette, as he stalked away from the school.
He’d known signor15 Reborn’s offer was too good to be true. He could feel something inside himself breaking, crumbling to pieces with every breath of air he took. He suspected it was humanity, the only thing that had kept him from becoming the worst of the worst and this last broken dream could very well the straw that broke the camel’s back.
000000000000000000000000000000000
August 20, 2001 - Japan - Reborn
Reborn was irritated.
First the Yoshimi had refused to read the book about a good mafia don that was proscribed reading for all dons in the Vongola Alliance. He’d even thrown the book away but that wasn’t even the least of the insult he made toward the Arcobaleno. The boy had demanded he use the Dying Will Bullet on him even going as far as to threaten the toddler and then had blown off the second half of the volleyball game.
It was going to take a lot of work to turn the spoiled brat into an acceptable mafia don. And he would even if he had to put the fear of god into the little weasel.
000000000000000000000000000000000
August 20, 2001 - Japan - Tsuna
‘The mafia boss…
A leader who rules a criminal organization.
Able to move a number of trusted members with one hand, willing to risk even his own life for the family, surrounded by the respect and admiration of all.
Seen as a hero by the children of the slums…’
Tsuna gently closed the book he had dug out of his otouto’s trash. He hoped Yoshimi became like the boss in the book. The brunette knew that if it had been him who was chosen he would have listened to every word that Reborn-senpai had to say, not because he wanted to be a boss but because he wanted to be a better person. And while the book was obviously heavily influenced by the mafia it also spoke on the qualities of a good man.
So even if he had to hide the book and read it after everyone had gone to bed and his terrible efforts to do his homework that was just what he was going to do.
000000000000000000000000000000000
August 20, 2001 - Italy - Iemitsu
He was damned, he knew that but as he stared into the joy filled eyes of his first born he couldn’t help but feel the weight of his sins pushing down on him. Iemitsu sighed tiredly and allowed Basil to hug him, the high from the Harmonization between them making the normally reserved teen more affectionate.
The blond man could safely say he’d fucked all three off his children’s futures up. He felt the tears that he held in for years sticking in the back of his throat, just begging to pour down his face. He just stood there and sadly accepted the love his figlio offered. In that moment he missed Saffron, as he was sure his deceased Sun would know what to do.
Translation list
1 Giappone - Japan
2 Giovane d’onore - Man of honor
3 Madre - Mother
4 Fratello - Brother
5 Figlio - Son
6 Bastardo - Bastard
7 Senpai - Older student/ upperclassman
8 Kaa-san - Mother
9 Otouto - Little brother
10 Nii-san - Older brother
11 Baka - Idiot
12 Tou-san - Father
13 Shinai - Weapon in Kendo
14 Capo di tutti capi - Boss of all bosses
15 Signor - Mr
- 4
- 5
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Cosa Nostra