I've been reading a lot of twin fics and was very inspired to write one myself. However, I had other sources of inspiration so the twins won't be the main focus of the story. I realize the summary wasn't very inspiring but I hope you'll give this story a chance and read a few chapters before deciding wether it's worth your time or not.

Disclaimers are the usual: I don't own the characters, etc...

Namimori, Sawada Household

Sawada Nana was humming happily as she placed her son's breakfast on the table. She took a step back to examine her work before nodding with satisfaction and turning towards the staircase.

"Na-kun! Breakfast is ready!" she called at the top of her voice.

Satisfied with the muffled reply coming from the bathroom, she went back to the dining room. Soon after, the sound of someone hurrying down the steps could be heard. A blond boy came running into the room, sitting down hurriedly.

"Good morning, Na-kun." said Nana with a sweet smile.

"Morning." replied Sawada Ienari before he hastily started to eat.

The brown haired woman smiled at her son's antics. Just like every morning, he had gotten up late and had to race to get to school on time.

"By the way Na-kun, a tutor is coming today." she announced happily.

Her son nearly choked on his mouthful of cereals.

"WHAT?!" he cried out, eyes wide and disbelief evident in his expression. "But I don't need a tutor! I'm doing fine…"

This last sentence had been almost mumbled. Clearly, he wasn't doing fine. His grades were awful and he knew it. But that was okay because he wasn't interested in academics anyway, what he was interested in was football.

"The leaflet said he would make you into 'the leader of the next generation', isn't that nice?" continued Nana obliviously.

"That sounds like a scam." dead-panned Nari.

The conversation was cut short by the sound of the doorbell.

"Oh! That must be him!" exclaimed Nana. "Go and get the door would you Na-kun."

Grumbling about his mother's stupidity Ienari went to answer the door.

"Ciaossu!" said the fedora-wearing baby on the doorstep. "I'm the home tutor, Reborn."

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh?!"

Namimori Airport

A young boy with gravity defying brown hair passed security, dragging an orange suitcase behind him. He walked rather quickly despite his short legs, with assurance and purpose in his steps. He went unnoticed as he maneuvered through the crowd, his plain looks and simple clothing failing to attract any attention.

He managed to free himself of the crowd of travelers, his brown eyes lingering on the families that passed him by. He finally came to a stop outside the airport, automatically looking up at the blue sky overhead. The sight made him smile. He then lowered his eyes to look at his surroundings.

"So this is Namimori?" he asked himself in quiet voice.

He grinned briefly as he thought of the purpose of his journey before setting off to find the bus which would bring him into town.

Italy, Sicilia

"Caelum."

A middle-aged man wearing a white lab coat was knocking on the door of a run-down apartment. He had been at it for a few minutes and had finally resorted to calling the name of the apartment's inhabitant. Still receiving no reply he placed a hand on the doorknob. He was surprised when contrary to what he expected the door opened without resistance.

He frowned, worry settling inside of him.

"Caelum? Tu è qui? (Are you here?)" he called as he entered the dark apartment.

Hearing only silence, he made his way to the sitting room. Or at least, what had been a sitting room. It was empty. What meager furniture had once been in the room was gone, leaving only emptiness. Dread washed over the man. He rushed to check the other rooms, only to discover that they were in the same state. The only thing he found was a folded piece of paper on the bedroom's windowsill.

'Shamal,' it read. 'Sarò in Giappone per un certo periodo di tempo (I'll be in Japan for a while). Ho preso le medicine ma non ti preoccupare (I took my medication with me so don't worry). Arrivederci, Caelum.'

The doctor rubbed his forehead heaving a deep sigh. That kid would be the death of him…

Italy, Venice

A ringtone erupted from a red cellphone resting on the bedside table. A teenager with silver hair entered the small room and grabbed the ringing device.

"Sì?" he answered lazily. "Shamal? What do you want?"

As the man's voice spoke into his ear through the device, the boy's expression morphed into a deep frown.

"What do you mean, he's gone?" he asked finally.

Silence came to the room once again as he listened to the reply.

"Japan? What the fuck is he going to do there?"

The second question was asked more to himself than to the man on the other end.

"Yeah sure." he muttered still frowning. "Ciao."

He ended the call but kept the phone in his hand, staring or rather glaring at it as if it was going to give him the answer to his questions.

He jumped in surprise when it started ringing again. He quickly composed himself and took the call.

"Sì?" he asked once again. "Sì, sono io (Yes, it's me). Chi è questo? (Who is this?)"

"Reborn?!" he choked a moment later.

He was cut off by the other, and listened intently to the hitman's words.

"Mi pare di capire. Io ci sarò presto. (I understand. I'll be there soon.)" he said after a while. "Arrivederci."

The call ended and he was once again left to stare at it, wondering what the hell was going on.

"So Reborn is in Japan as well?" he mused. "What are you thinking, Caelum?"

He remained deep in thoughts for a few moments before shaking his head to dismiss the questions.

"Better let Shamal know." he mumbled under his breath, pressing a series of digits at lightning speed.

Italy, Giglio Nero Mansion

A young woman with long black hair was looking out the window of her Famiglia's mansion. Her deep blue eyes were fixed upon the sky overhead and a hand lingered on her chest where her mother's heirloom had once hung from a chain. Her hand suddenly clenched as her eyes narrowed. After a moment she released a deep breath.

"So it has started." she muttered to herself, still gazing at the clear sky.

Her hand fell back to her side and a smile graced her lips.

"Boss, sei pronto per partire? (Boss, are you ready to leave?)" asked a man with pale blond hair as he entered the study.

With a last glance out the window she left the room…