A/N: IMPORTANT! My muse got out! I swear just when I needed her to fall asleep until further notice, she screams like some friggin' banshee, scratches my face, then jumps all around just to piss me off! Thus! Here's the next chappy guys! Seriously from 38 reviews to a whopping 106?! More reviews? Yes please! It just makes my muse stronger while I, on the other hand, suffer the consequences. I have two major exams coming up! I'M FUCKING DOOMED!

P. S. On a lighter note, I still need a beta. Though I'm still mourning over my loss because gracefulsunshine is too busy, I need to move on. *sniff*

Warning: Un-betaed

The curtains were rising. The veil being removed before his very eyes and Reborn just knew things will get more interesting over time. Now, if only he could get rid of the problem at hand.

"No way in hell! You hear me? My Tsu-chan will never do it!" Dino shouted resolutely, his usual carefree personality nowhere to be seen, bested by his rage over the dreaded news.

Reborn sighed tiredly.

It's been a hell of a day already, what with the countless photo shoots from one location to another while another difficult child was being more difficult than usual. Seriously, Reborn should have expected it. The professional and perfect son of the Sawada family was always quick to do his job without any complaints, executing every command from the photographer with an ease of a veteran model.

However, he didn't take into account how fast the media could spout out bullshit as fast as a Dino could squeal whenever his younger brother was in sight. Sighing heavily, Reborn rubbed the temples of his forehead. His long and lean fingers cradling his phone against his left ear.

"Dino."

One word and the man on the other line snapped his mouth shut. The blond vocalist was very very familiar with that tone. Other members of the band Vongole turned to look at his direction when their leader finally had the decency to shut his mouth.

"We will talk about this when Giotto and I arrive at Namimori on Wednesday."

Without waiting for a reply, he clicked his phone shut, turning the offending device off altogether. His stress levels were getting higher by the minute and he didn't need anyone adding more to his plate. Feeling the heated stare at the back of his head, Reborn looked back and found Giotto's burning glare focused solely on him. Reborn calmly met the stare, a condescending smirk on his lips.

"No matter how much you sulk, it wouldn't change the fact that dame-Ts-"

"Don't utter his name, bastard." Giotto cut him off sharply, venom dripping at every word. The makeup artist tending to his face stopped abruptly, her eyes wide and disbelieving. All around them, models and photographers alike, froze hearing such unfamiliar words come out of that sinful mouth.

The words were spoken in fluent Italian. It was no wonder that every single person within hearing range was now looking at the gorgeous model with varying looks of shock. Giotto was always polite. Well, apathetically so, but still polite. Never ever in the history that Giotto started modelling did he address anyone so so—what's the word?—Ah yes, so rudely.

"G-Giotto-san?" The poor girl mapping Giotto's face with powder stuttered, yet once again, another first was observed by the on-lookers. Giotto didn't even acknowledge the girl, if anything, he seemed to have not heard her which the model had never done before.

The model with most vibrant golden strands the world has ever seen had never dissed anyone in the entirety of his career. The crowd watching Giotto has grown from a dozen few to a group of many. Reborn took everything in stride, the smirk never disappearing from his face.

"Get over it, Giotto. You still have a shoot to finish, so get it done." Reborn ordered, his eyes hard and cold which only meant that if Giotto didn't get his ass in gear, there would be painful consequences later on.

Giotto growled low in his throat and abruptly stood up, scaring his makeup artist into oblivion. She squeaked and removed herself from his way. His impromptu audience parted like the Nile River to give way to the rampaging bull heading for the backdrop at the other end of the field.

"Kora, what did you do? First time anyone's seen the prince lose control like that." Reborn deftly tied his necktie, and skillfully adjusted his collar. He turned to the man who just spoke, another model almost of the same caliber as him. No one can outdo him, and Reborn was damn proud of it.

"Hmm. That depends, Colonello. It's not about what I did, but what I would be doing and soon." The sinister glint in those charcoal irises had Colonello stepping back, fearing for his own safety when he was sure as hell that he wasn't involved in the damn thing.

"Good luck with that, Reborn. You're going to need it. Kora."

Colonello threw a thumb over his shoulder. Reborn's gaze slid from him to the person behind him and saw Giotto trying to obliterate the photographer with his angry stare. He concealed his sigh with a shake of his head. He couldn't even deny that yes, his work was going to be much harder that he previously thought. His lips curled, a grin worming its way on his face.

That's where the fun begins though.

Setting the fedora on his head, Reborn glided past Colonello, looking abnormally unconcerned that his kid was acting out of sorts.

Just what in hell's name happened, kora?

...

Dino's fingers were curled around his phone in an almost crushing grip. Their assistant manager stopped a few feet behind the blond, choosing not to come any closer. It was rare to see Dino angry. Well, the man didn't get angry, period. Opening his mouth, he stuttered saying, "D-Dino-san?" Amber orbs flared and Basil was forced to step back at the intensity of that gaze.

"What?" Dino answered bluntly, the bite in his words too obvious to be ignored. His band mates who were half-listening till the end of the phone conversation were now completely absorbed with the on-going exchange.

Basil, his eyes gaping and lips trembling, stammered out, "R-Rehearsals will start in five."

Frowning heavily, Dino turned away from him, his thoughts running a mile per second. Basil awkwardly stood there wondering what happened to the real Dino and what planet kidnapped him this time.

Getting tired of the weird situation, a silver-haired teen straightened up and stood, his casual swagger towards the lone male brooding in one corner enticing the eyes of many. Not that he gave a flying's fuck over something so stupid. He was Gokudera Hayato, the drummer and the only person in the band who had the temper the size of Mt. Fuji.

"Oi bronco, what the fuck's wrong with you?" Now, that was putting it mildly. Dino was the idiot and enthusiastic leader of the freakishly popular Vongole whose fan base stretched worldwide. He was also the mood maker but was serious when the situation calls for it, but never angry, snappy and just downright scary.

Dino nonchalantly brushed off the hand placed on his shoulder and directed a very disturbing smile at the silver-haired Italian slowly backing away from him.

"Oh nothing's wrong, Hayato-kun." Dino's eyebrow twitched. "What makes you think that?" The smile grew darker by the end of his sentence, and every male in the room felt the room go colder. Their minds shrieked the same thing. That's what's wrong you idiot!

Who smiles like that anyway? Apparently, you learn something new everyday. A lesson learned today was never get on Dino's bad side, and the poor sucker who happened to be the reason for the blond's mood was a total goner. Poor poor guy.

Gokudera laughed nervously, so unlike himself and walked backwards till he hit the back of the couch he was sitting on a while ago.

"Ah nothing, Dino. Just checking. Hehe." Dino nodded, looking satisfied with the explanation. He affixed one sidelong glance at their quivering assistant manager who flinched when their eyes met. Dino looked supremely unconcerned that he was invoking trauma on the whole team. To prove this, he gave a careless smile, his eyes now on the group of teens huddled in front of him.

"So? Are you going to sit there all day?" They all stood simultaneously, quickly obeying the unspoken command, their eyes never meeting blazing honeyed orbs.

"Good, then let's go." Dino headed for the door, a frown now plastered on that handsome face. Once outside the booth, Gokudera scoffed.

"What's got his fucking ass in a twist?" They shrugged but flinched when their leader's voice boomed from the hall.

"Did you say something, Gokudera?!"

Gokudera shouted just as quickly. "Nothing, Dino!"

Seriously, who pissed the goofball off?

...

Tsuna sneezed into his hand before rubbing soothing circles over his arms. The weather was getting cold these days, and it didn't help that he stayed so late outside a few days ago. A warm smile settled on his lips as that precious memory replayed inside his head. Strangers they were, but comrades they have become. It was funny how the most unlikely people could leave such an impact in his life without trying.

Fiddling with the edge of his sweater, Tsuna contemplated which of the two meat sections he would be getting. It was a Tuesday night, which meant grocery shopping fell on his shoulders. As much of a failure he was, he still tried his best to do what was asked of him. For one, since his parents and his siblings were rarely home except for little Fuuta, Tsuna was tasked with taking care of the house and making meals.

Having a culinary genius and brilliant homemaker as a mother had its perks. Every single one of the Sawada children were taught how to cook and fend for themselves in general. It was to his utmost relief that even someone dame as him would be able to catch up and understand his mother's teachings. Though no one can be as good as his mother.

"Hmm. Lamb chops would be good." Tsuna muttered under his breath. His gaze not straying away from his target. Nodding to himself, he reached forward and grabbed the pre-packaged 200g of the meat before pushing his cart away and proceeding to another section of the grocery story. The next aisle was seasoning. Tsuna looked around him and carefully gathered the bottles of spices for tonight's dinner.

It had been strange, really. For almost two days now, his family had been acting odd. Well, Tsuna mused, odder than usual actually. The flitting glances and the stiff gestures, Tsuna right away something was up and they refused to tell him what it is. Tsuna frowned.

He didn't like it. One thing he disliked more than anything was being kept in the dark which his family was prone to do, especially when it came to him. What can he do, anyway? He lived a completely different world from the rest of his family. Even if they did tell him, Tsuna wouldn't be able to understand what they were going through.

Tsuna wondered disparagingly as he set a carton of milk in his cart, would they still be aware of his existence if they weren't family? His mind quickly supplied the answer. Of course not. That's absolutely impossible.

His depressing thoughts just made him feel worse, a painful pang cutting through his chest. It was the truth so what's the use denying it? Besides, didn't he learn so long ago that envying his family would be futile efforts on his part?

Tsuna forced down the urge to cry and swallowed it down his throat. It was not the time for him to be depressed. Besides, he still had a meal to cook. It would only be him and little Fuuta today since his parents had left this afternoon and were off to who knows were in Europe having the vacation of their lives. Dino and Giotto didn't live in their house while Reborn wouldn't be back till tomorrow evening.

Tsuna lugged the heavy bags in his hands, his scrawny body surprisingly at ease. It was relatively easy though since he went through harder times with Reborn.

Tsuna grimaced.

Now, those times where things he was hard-pressed to forget. Memories of those pain-filled days weren't ones he wanted to reminisce ever. He was just glad he graduated from Reborn's ways when he turned fourteen.

The sudden vibration in his left pocket stopped his brooding and with little consideration to his surroundings he answered quickly.

"Hello?"

"Where are you?" Tsuna's eyes widened momentarily.

"Reborn?"

"Who else, dame-Tsuna?" A wry smile was on his lips before he could stop himself. Trust Reborn to plague his thoughts just when he didn't expect was just so like him.

"Didn't expect you to call, sorry. I'm at Namimori District, why?" There was a long pause on the other end that had Tsuna thinking that Reborn already hung up.

"The main one?" Tsuna's eye narrowed in suspicion. What's with the twenty questions?

"Yes...? Why are you asking?" Tsuna could feel his senses tingling when the pause became even longer. Just what the hell was his former tutor planning?

"Perfect." Tsuna's eyebrow arched confusedly.

"Huh?" Reborn chuckled, confusing Tsuna even more. What the hell was going on?

"Dame-Tsuna, do what I say without complaints, understand?" Though still very much bewildered at Reborn's strange behavior, he relented.

"What is it?"

"Look up." What? Like a puppet on strings, Tsuna looked up with much hesitation. The gears in his head had slowed down once he saw just exactly what Reborn wanted him to see. And only one thing came to mind.

Fuck.

On the biggest billboard of Namimori was of himself holding that divine cake given to him by the two strange men he met accidentally. His face, his ugly mug was plastered on the center board of the most crowded district of Namimori while he had been buying his groceries happily oblivious to that thing hanging above his head. What. The. Hell? His mind shrieked every word.

"What the fuck?" Smooth, Tsuna. Smooth. He could practically feel Reborn's smirk over the speaker of the phone. Tsuna desperately wanted to scream for all he was worth.

"Finally saw it? I knew you would be too stupid to notice until someone pointed it out." Tsuna's jaw loosened, his mouth gaping open. That ingrate!

"You knew?!" Reborn scoffed.

"It's been on the news since Sunday. It's not my fault you're stupid." Tsuna's lips twitched at the insult but didn't protest. He had nothing to counter it anyway.

"Congratulations, your very first gig was a success." Did Reborn just say gig? As if hearing his thoughts, Reborn continued.

"Yes, gig, my stupid student. I opened an account wired to your independent one. Spanner and Shoichi deposited yesterday. I believe it was five million yen. Not bad." The gears in his head had long fried when Reborn started. The groceries he meticulously bought for dinner now lay uselessly on the ground.

"Oi, get your ass home. Giotto and I finished early. I ordered pizza." The line went dead, and so did his brain as he slumped on the ground, his caramel-colored eyes still wide as saucers. The fuck?

Seriously, he was becoming retarded. Oh the joys of being related to Reborn.

Not.

...

The atmosphere was tense and Tsuna couldn't suppress the tiny shiver his body gave off when his gaze accidentally met one of theirs. Reborn easily by-passed this and ate a slice of pizza looking all calm and sophisticated. Tsuna glared at the hateful man.

Why does Reborn get to eat while he had to suffer his brothers' tempers? He was the one starving for goodness' sake! Unfortunately, Dino and Giotto were in tandem tonight, both eyes burning holes at the newspaper at the center of the dining table. Fuuta, thankfully, was already sound asleep.

"There's nothing more we can do. One way or another, they would be able to trace it back to Tsunayoshi." Giotto started, his usual indifferent mask gone in favor of the frown which rarely graced his features.

Dino nodded accordingly, his brows furrowed in mild irritation. "Tsu-chan will be bombarded by the paparazzi soon." Tsuna pursed his lips. Well, it was highly doubtful that he would be recognized. His looks aren't remarkable and he failed to understand why his dull appearance made such an impact for the famous SXS that they used his picture of all things.

When Shoichi first asked if they could use his picture, Tsuna didn't think much of it. It was too little a price to pay for the small bit of happiness they were able to impart to him on his birthday. Now backtrack and think. The duo was none other than the famous, sought-after, and very expensive photographers whose name, SXS, was known throughout the county, and Europe, and America, and just about the whole wide world.

Tsuna almost whimpered at his disturbing thoughts. Why oh why did he go out that night? And without his safety blanket to boot!

"Lal contacted me the other day. The Giglio Nero wants to hire Tsuna for a photo shoot for their newest line." Reborn looked like an Adonis wiping his lips sensually with a napkin. Tsuna's glare became even more menacing. Why did their family's manager look good no matter what he did?

Dino's eyes looked ready to pop out. "The Giglio Nero? Seriously?" Reborn looked smug as he nodded and caught Tsuna's gaze. The brunet looked ready to pounce on him. It only spurned the raven's amusement.

"The multi-billionaire company producing the best lines the fashion industry has ever seen. Interesting." Giotto sounded impressed. Tsuna cried inside. Where was the two men who was so opposed to him being seen in the first place?

"Yes. It caught Yuni's attention. Their winter line is geared towards the theme 'Warmth in Subtlety'. The main character would be dame-Tsuna." As if splashed by freezing water, the two blonds sobered quickly, their previous interest at the matter at hand disappeared quickly. Tsuna breathed a sigh of relief.

"I still don't agree to this. Tsunayoshi is not ready." Dino nodded in affirmation, his expression grim. He looked completely different from the laid-back, older brother Tsuna was accustomed to. It just goes to show how displeased he was at the ad Tsuna unknowingly became a part of.

"Tsu-chan's goal is to become a professor. If he gets caught up in the entertainment industry, then there's no going back." Tsuna listened quietly. As the conversation progressed, he felt his mood dampened even more. He was glad really, that his brothers were opposed to this as much as he was but for some reason it didn't add up. Why did he feel dissatisfied?

Reborn set down his cup, his eyes sharp and his mouth in a crooked grin. "You keep saying Tsunayoshi this and Tsu-chan that, why don't we ask what dame-Tsuna wants?" Tsuna's breath hitched at the sudden attention. His wide and unsure eyes seemed to have mellowed down both Giotto's and Dino's severe moods as both men reached out and took hold of each of his hand.

"Tsunayoshi/Tsu-chan." They were in unison again, and that barely happened. Their soft gazes clashed against his own. Compared to a while ago, Tsuna found that he liked seeing his brothers like this. They looked their best and Tsuna felt honored that he gets to witness these sides of his brothers which the world has never seen.

Reborn keenly watched their interaction, his gaze calculating but he remained by the side-lines, not wanting to interfere.

"What do you want to do?" Tsuna opened his mouth and abruptly closed it again. Dino soothingly rubbed the knuckle of his hand.

"It's ok, Tsu-chan. No matter what you decide, we will support you."

From his periphery, Tsuna could see Giotto nodding, assuring him that he both had their backs. Tsuna sighed and deeply closed his eyes, his hands still clutched against Dino's and Giotto's own. They held his hands firmly, giving him the strength he needed to calm down and think as rational as possible.

What did he really want?

All his life, he was never given many options. He was dame-Tsuna, and not once did he think that he could escape the monotony of his life. He did not have talents he could boast about, and if it were not for Reborn's teachings, he would be a complete failure in life. Trying hard to always cater to the needs of others, disregarding his own just so he could be less of a failure than he already was, Tsuna had become tired of school, of himself, and life.

For as long as he could remember, he had always always been following. Letting others dictate his life whether it was in school or at home. If just for once, things could change, I... Tsuna looked up and his jaw tightened at the knowing look in Reborn's eyes.

All this time, Reborn knew, didn't he? A small smile formed on his lips, the same smile which captured the hearts of many on that same billboard proudly overlooking Namimori. Sadly, the owner of said smile was excruciatingly unaware of this blaring fact.

"I-I..." Tsuna took a deep breath, his hands tightening around the ones clutching his. "...I'll do it..." His lips trembled at the effort of saying such life-changing words.

"But on one condition."

...

"Are you sure you want to do this, Tsunayoshi?" Giotto asked for the umpteenth time. Tsuna's response was an exasperated smile. He was trembling out of anxiety and fright when the stylists had flocked towards them at break-neck speed but knowing that he wouldn't be alone gave him that small comfort to stop him from escaping.

Until now, he couldn't believe that this Yuni person was kind enough to adhere to his request. He needed Giotto's presence here and his brother was quick to oblige. With Giotto here, he knew this experience would be easier to bear.

Besides, even if he did want to escape, Reborn would make sure that he wouldn't be able to. His former tutor was stationed by the only exit of the room, his gaze piercing and has never left Tsuna the moment he entered the room.

"Yes, I'll be fine, Gio-nii." Tsuna murmured, knowing for sure that countless people were floundering about and waiting for him to screw up. Tsuna wasn't an idiot. He was sure as hell that most, if not all, of the staff and other models present today were taken aback when Reborn presented their main character for the day.

The haughty eyes and the hateful whispers being thrown here and there, they obviously didn't like the fact that the billion yen advertisement was being laid upon his shoulders. Tsuna couldn't blame them. He didn't have the looks to astound people and he knew nil about what needs to be done.

The brunet sighed. Even now as his gaze wandered, his eyes taking in everything before him, he so badly wanted to run as far away as possible.

"Giotto." The worried look on Giotto's face morphed into indifference, leaving Tsuna in awe at the changes. Was his brother always like this during work?

A man of average build, much the same way as Giotto, was walking towards them, his red almost pinkish hair screaming for attention. Pale red irises caught his and Tsuna found himself looking away. The look on this man's face was no different than the rest and though he believed it himself, he's had enough seeing people that thinks he wasn't good enough.

"Who's this?" The voice was gruff and rude, and Tsuna flinched when that smoldering gaze settled on him completely.

"None of your business, G." Giotto's voice cut through the air, once again getting the attention of the masses crowding them. The newly identified man took a step back as he watched his old time friend step in front of the pathetic lass who would be the main attraction for the day.

"G-Giotto?" G asked hesitantly. Giotto deemed it necessary not to answer as he turned his back towards him, carting away the brunet everyone's been curious about.

"Surprised?" Lal queried from behind him. G turned around, his eyes large and mouth gaping open.

"What was that?" Lal huffed and answered her voice strong like gravel.

"You should ask him, not me." They both twisted around to see Reborn sipping a cup of espresso. He placed it down on a nearby table and addressed them both bemusedly.

"Again, what was that?" G scowled in distress. Reborn only shrugged.

"You'll see soon enough why Yuni chose him." He sounded so confident that it pissed Lal off.

"What makes you say that?" Reborn jutted his chin towards the pair now seated before the camera.

"Why don't you wait and find out?"

...

"No! No! And no! Tsunayoshi-san! You're too stiff! You don't pose like that!" The photographer was having a bad day. His mood seemed to have rubbed on mostly everyone and Tsuna was forced to tilt his hat over his eyes in complete shame and guilt. Why did he agree to do this again? He frowned miserably when the livid man shouted a fifteen minute break before they continued.

"I really am no good, huh?" Warm and gentle fingers grazed his face, nudging him to look up. Giotto was staring at him, a gentle smile on those shapely lips. Tsuna couldn't help but return it. Now that he thought about it, the setting was quite endearing to say the least. Though the surroundings screamed winter and romance in about all angles, it suited Giotto.

The number of chocolates surrounding them overflowed and the winter-themed backdrop only made everything seem so pure, so alluring, and just so like his older brother. Tsuna felt himself smile as he cupped the hand on his cheek, placing it securely on his lap.

By this time, they were too intent with one another that the pair lounging in the middle of a sea of chocolates failed to realize they were being watched by an audience.

Decked in a soft overcoat the shade of light blue which covered his whole frame, a set of gloves, a snug and fluffy hat, and white form-fitting pants, Tsuna leaned his head against the couch.

"Why did you start modelling, Gio-nii?" Giotto mimicked Tsuna's position, all the while letting his hand stay in Tsuna's secure grip. He wore a gray suite which hugged his body in all the right ways.

"It's different and it makes it easier to express myself." Tsuna's lips twitched, his eyes dazzling against the lighting. Giotto reached out and tucked the stray strands of luscious brown hair against one ear. Tsuna smiled at the gesture.

Reborn snorted as he watched the intimate interaction. Seriously, didn't they know that everything they're doing were being caught on tape?

"Does it suit me?" Giotto asked, his golden eyes looking straight into caramel hues. Tsuna nodded without hesitation.

"Of course, it does, Gio-nii." Giotto's eyes were soft and his expression alluring that all other photo shoots in different locations inside the room had stopped altogether. Not once had they seen Giotto looking so melancholic before.

Always, he looked as if some he was some untouchable, ice prince which was the main reason why he was included in this new collection. He embodied winter to the very core, so what's up with this new Giotto? No one was complaining though because hands down, the cold prince looked to die for when he looks so gentle.

"Why do you think so?" Giotto drew himself closer to Tsuna as he waited for an answer. Tsuna closed his eyes, an indulgent smile on his lips.

"Because you look beautiful when you do." Tsuna's voice was reverent and dreamy, as well as pure and honest. And just like always, it warmed Giotto's being to the very core. His lips curled into a smile before chuckling low in his throat.

The people watching the duo had their jaws to the ground. The Giotto, the unfeeling model thought to have a heart as hard as a rock, was laughing and looking gorgeous as he did. Well, more so than usual.

The tingling sounds certainly dazzled the crowd. They all turned disbelieving looks at the brunet smiling peacefully against the white setting. The unknown model had done it so easily when countless individuals had tried so many times, and yet he had taken no less than five minutes to do so. Just who was this kid?

Tsuna's eyes snapped open when he felt fingers combing through his loose hair, and that beautiful smile blossomed on his face, the very one that made Shoichi snap a picture of him without intending to. His eyes glistened, and the sheen on those glazed irises became more prominent against the many lights doused on their figures.

Petal soft lips tilted ever so slightly and watching the transformation before his very eyes, the photographer behind the camera began snapping away like a man possessed. It was a good thing that he removed the shutter sounds and flash before he started.

He had been warned that their main model was a total newbie. He didn't expect, however, to be given a total amateur which made his blood boil because the kid obviously didn't have experience, but now...Nakajima had been wrong and boy was he glad he gave the brunet a chance.

Not minding the audience shamelessly gawking at them, Giotto raised his free hand and cupped Tsuna's right cheek. His younger brother unconsciously nuzzled against his hand, and it was the only invitation he needed to lean forward and drop a tender kiss on the small of Tsuna's forehead.

"Sei molto bella, Tsunayoshi." Giotto whispered against Tsuna's skin and marveled when he pulled back as soft red peppered that heart-shaped face. It just made Tsuna more endearing in his eyes.

"Believe in yourself, Tsunayoshi. All of us do."

In a sense, this was his own way of letting his younger brother go. For the longest time, Giotto had wished that Tsuna would never be involved in this world filled with glamour and lies. His precious brother was far too innocent for that but sadly, things had changed.

Giotto regarded Reborn from the corner of his eye, and saw the raven smugly smirking at him from behind the shadows of the darkened room. It was all because of that wretched man. Giotto gave a smirk of his own making the women around him swoon. This was an all-out war and Giotto would make sure that no one would mess with his lovable brother.

Too lost in his own thoughts, Giotto remained oblivious until he felt an unfamiliar warmth settle on his cheek. Soft. He looked down only to see Tsuna smiling up at him.

"Thank you, Gio-nii."

"And done! Bravo Tsunayoshi-san! Giotto-san!" Tsuna flinched, a yelp of surprise escaping his lips. He turned to the side only to see dozens upon dozens of eyes focused on them.

"HIEEEE!"

Tsuna dived behind Giotto and buried his face against Giotto's broad back eliciting chuckles of amusement from the throng of models and stylists clustered in front of them. Reborn fell back and settled himself against the exit once again. There was no longer any need for him to intervene because he just knew dame-Tsuna was able to redeem himself in front of the judging eyes of the masses.

...

Naomi watched everything with barely concealed contempt. Her hate burned with the magnitude of molten lava. The black sheep, that annoying third son was making it harder for her not to act. She gripped the envelope containing the interview with the Sawada family. It seems it was time for her to publish it with a few tweaks. Her mood suddenly brightened. She had work to be done and she was not going to miss it for the world.

Too bad, Naomi lacked the brains to know that since day one, Reborn knew, and it was something she would find out the hard way.

Cookies and cakes to the ones who could guess from what manga the photo shoot scene was taken! Also, please review before you head out. It pains me but really it gets my muse going. She was supposed to be put to sleep, damn it!

Completed: September 17, 2013

Sei molto bella - You are very beautiful