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Sawada Tsunayoshi stares blankly at the ceiling, too… shocked of the recent events and made up of aching muscles to fall asleep.

A purple hitman baby and his pet octopus became his tutors.

He’s trained to become a mafia boss- courtesy of said purple hitman baby, with the octopus as moral support. (He likes and is grateful to the octopus, and HE DOESN’T WANT TO BECOME A MAFIA BOSS!)

He died via gunshot, again due to the purple hitman baby, but didn’t die. He instead turned into a raging, freakishly strong pervert.

He humiliated himself in front of Kyoko-chan. (He HUMILATED himself in front of KYOKO-CHAN!)

And then he got challenged to a duel, and he won. (He won at something. He wasn’t a complete failure.)

Thanks to the purple hitman baby and his pet octopus with his weird bullet. The ones that caused the whole trouble in the first place. Deathperation Bullet, right?

He sighs. Without warning and self-introduction, they just crashed into his life and-

Without self-introduction.

A piercing scream of humiliation and indignant fury echoed throughout the town of Namimori.

(When the same voice roared “REBORN! GOING TO APOLOGIZE FOR DISTURBING THE PEACE AND COMPENSATE WITH MY DYING WILL!” and the owner of that same voice bore the arm band of a Disciplinary Committee Member the next morning, well…

Let’s say it was for the sake of extra training.)

(Oodako and Tsuna will groan and tell you otherwise, though. With Skull cackling madly in the background.

“Wait, you still haven’t introduced yourselves yet.”

“Oh, look at the time! Nighty-night!” and Skull is out like a light.

“…must. Not. Anger. Hibari-san. Again. Must. Not. Anger.” The teen murmured the mantra through gritted teeth till he fell asleep.

Oodako sighed. The shit he had to put up with, really. Not that he would be anywhere else of course, someone had to keep his human in check.

Skull grins in his sleeps and rolls over, smacking Tsuna in the face, and jolting Oodako from his dozing.

Well, he wouldn’t mind impromptu vacations now and then, or paybacks.)

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Renato smiles with grudging fondness at the letter and sighs. “That ridiculous ass…”

He has a ridiculously fine ass, yes. Astounding observation: wow. Would have never guessed that. Leon teased.

He stares flatly at his chameleon partner, ignoring the faint blush on his cheeks. “Hahaha… Very funny.”

Leon winks at him. Cheeky.

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“What the absolutely fucking hell are you doing.”

Skull winces at the more-a-statement-than-a-question. “Uh… I can explain-”

“Fedora Incident.”

Skull wisely shuts up.

“Now you’ve got me interested… Huehuehue…” Tsuna cackles under his breath, later he will realize how scarily similar- no, terrifyingly identical even- it is to Skull’s.

“Oho?” Renato purrs with a glint in his eye. “Care to share… your side? And some stories?”

Tsuna smiles, full of affection and hint of a certain purple lover’s demise via humiliation, and grabs his outstretched hand softly- but also firmly like a newborn would grip the finger of his father.

Skull is not feeling sappy warmth spreading throughout his chest at a certain image and fighting a dope-y grin. He’s not. Also like he is not planning extra tortur-tutoring sessions for acting so familiar with Renato.

Okay, he totally is. (It’s a creepy sight.)

Leon grins. As much as a chameleon can grin. He is so winning the best winganimal-slash-matchmaker award at the newest club meeting.

Oodako facepalms. Quite audibly, since he has eight arms and all that. (‘If I were human,’ he tells himself, ‘I would have become an alcoholic a long, long time ago.’)

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Byakuran smiles and extends his hand. “Won’t you join my game, Renato?”

Renato looks at the teen-almost-adult’s tattoo. Gesso. (It promises success. It murmurs about power. “Come to my side, even though I don’t have cookies. Do you like marshmallows, though?”

Most important of all, it guarantees revenge at… her.)

Renato stares at the beaming smile, and closes his eyes for a second.

In that second, he thinks of Leon’s club meetings, the rainbow mafia baby bonds, Tsuna, Checkerface, Her Before The Betrayal, Her daughter’s and granddaughter’s sad, knowing eyes, Leon, and Skull.

(Oodako’s facepalms, pats on the back, the first contact he had with Tsunayoshi- bonding over Skull’s ridiculous drama, accepting the offer, “Would you like a cup of coffee?”, “I’m sorry.”, Leon. Skull.

Skull. The ridiculous ass.)

“I don’t like marshmallows.” He responds evenly.

As he walks away, he turned and met (not-Skull’s-shade-of purple) deceptively amiable eyes.

“And it’s Reborn to you.”

“Reborn?” he cocks his head, wearing the same smile he had worn at the offer.

“Yes, ciao.”

Byakuran smiled. A cruel one this time. “Ciao.”