Summary:Because whether he was Tsuna or whether he was Naruto, he was always willing to provide a home for broken souls

A/N: My first contribution to both the Naruto fandom and the KHR fandom. Please go easy on me, I'm not the best writer but I like writing and I hope to improve. Constructive criticism is welcomed, however unnecessary hate will be ignored. There might me future pairings, however since I'm more in tune with the Boys in Love side of the KHR fandom, it might be male x male pairings with Tsuna. If you don't like this, please click the back button immediately

Thank you and I hope you enjoy this short prologue

"Done already?" The dainty librarian asks him warmly as soon as his waddling legs pad quietly over to the reception. She grabs the books he gently placed on the desk, struggling on his tiptoes and pouting at the small huff of laughter Irina-san releases.

"Mou" he pouts, crossing his arms with practised innocence. "Stop laughing at me, Irina-san. I'm not that small" he whines, chucking his shoes against the carpeted floor. He ignores the boy wearing a crow mask that followed him almost everyday, because no one else seemed to pay mind to him other than the others who wear different animal masks. He thinks it was better to pull a Takeshi on this one, so pouting deeper at the tittering giggles that fall out of the librarian's mouth, he plays his part as the six year old civillian boy eager to learn more about Shinobi Arts.

"I'm going to be a strong ninja someday and then I'm gonna be taller than you" he stretches his arms up, let's his eyes widen with childish anticipation that women relentlessly coo over. "Then I won't have to stand on my tippy-toes! And I can reach taller shelves too!"

Irini-san deftly prepares the books he wishes to borrow with the ease of someone more commonly suited to handling a sword. His intuition tells him that she knows his disguise, knows that he's not really the civillian boy from a no name family with non-descript qualities - but rather someone else that was pushed to take on a persona for himself. But even so, the genuine smiles and warmth she excludes, and his small little mental voice, tells him that he could trust her in the future.

"Is that so?" She hums, placing the books in a small bag that allows for easier transportation. She chucks in a small lollipop in there, a little complimentary gift for always taking the time to visit her - even when he's someone else. She hands him the bag with a fond pat to his head. "I hope you don't grow up too much. I like you just the way you are"

There were underlying emotions underneath her carefully constructed words, and had Reborn not been his tutor, he would have been far too much of a coward to reciprocate the subtle message. But he is-was his tutor, for a good majority of his life and he isn't the same boy that tried to decapitate Mochida's head (accidentally okay!) after a sudden confession of love.

"You know why I really want to grow up quick though?" He smiles brightly before it drops into a small, secretive grin. God, he doesn't even have to try to be bashful when he's more easily flustered than an oven passing gas. He then ducks his head and shyly admits from his heart, "So I can grow strong and protect my precious people" he looks up and makes contact with her eyes, not paying heed to the reigned flash of surprise in her brilliant green orbs "I want to protect Irina-san too"

Matsushi Irina, twenty six years old, retired Jounin after her last mission took the toll on her body, and mother to none, lover to no one, feels the rush of consummate love coursing through her veins. Unlike the poison that almost killed her back then, this one was as soothing as the hidden blue eyes of the young boy, a bright colour but several different hues that conjoined into one perfect sky that looked at her like she was worth something - and not just some disposable tool for her village.

A village she detested for routinely deprecating the only child she has ever looked upon like he was her own kin.

Clutching her skirt, she forces a laugh out from her constricting throat, hoping that her little sunshine wouldn't notice how much his words mean to a woman who's never quite heard them before. She looks back at him, sees the ghost of their Fourth Hokage - but picturing a boy greater than the Sage himself.

"Within due time, little one" she whispers, petting his, arguably less nicer brunet hair, with all the love she could mutter. "Within due time"

Reborn kind of had a set of unsaid rules that cover each situation. Getting dumped in the mafia? Get the fuck over it and start setting a bunch of assholes on fire. Suddenly summoning your dead many great grandfather? Tell him your daddy issues and pronounce him as your father. No, I'm the uncle okay Dame-Tsuna? Now go make me an espresso.

So, it was a testament to his own abilities that while Reborn essentially tortured the spineless kid out of him, Tsuna still panics, inwardly choking himself with Leon. And - it's an even greater achievement that waking up in a new world didn't immediately revert him back to his 'Dame-Tsuna' days. No, with measurable composure, he sits up the uncomfortable futon, walks over to the nearest reflective surface he could see within his peripheral and stares at the image that looked back at him from the dusty cracks of the mirror.

Then and only the did he maturely panicked.

"Fuck" He screeches, stumbling over his own two (small. Own two small) feet and promptly bruising his ass. Another vulgar "Fuck" escapes his lips, something that ruined the picture of innocence his appearance potrayed. But honestly? Reborn had done plenty of questionable deeds when he was probably two so Tsuna didn't necissarily feel that guilty. Just a bit.

He looks - He looks young. Like, three decades younger than his age. And he's blond, an exact replica of Primo, only differentiated by the whisker marks and holy shit-

"Oh my god" Tsuna jumps an impressive height off the floor when a man suddenly materialises in front of him. Years of muscle memory comitted into his system instinctively makes him force a quick punch that no six year old could perform but to his less than surprised consciousness, the man easily catches it with a firm grasp. His legs tell him to wrap itself around the man's forearm and send him flying, but he wills the urge down with the continuous warnings of his Intuition to do nothing at all.

"Daijobu?" The man says and Tsuna is definitely not okay because who in the right mind would just appear in air!? As if that wasn't creepy enough, he's wearing a mask that had the same semblance to the animal he religiously avoided when he was five!

"Do I look like I'm okay to you!?"

He screams, eyes wild and confused. Maybe if he didn't spend half his life with people that spoke every language in the world, and by account he had to be fluent in most of them as well or else it's the pit for you dame-Tsuna, he would have realised that this stranger was talking in his native language while he was sprouting bullshit in Italian.

Tsuna could tell that the stranger was frowning and the contemplative silence, only occasionally broken by Tsuna's harsh pants, didn't last long. His Intuition twinges slightly, but not enough for alert as it tells him not to do anything. So when the man raises his free hand and whispers "Gomen Naruto" Tsuna permits the dark to overcome him with a soft strike to his jugular, one last fleeting thought in his mind.

'Who in the blessed fuck is Naruto?'

Sarutobi suddenly startles out of his imagination, feeling the familiar chakra of Inu appearing in front of him. "Oh" he breathes, retracting the Orange paperback from underneath his desk. "Oh- Kami- It's just you" He breathes a sigh of relief.

"With all due respect Hokage-sama" starts one of his most loyal colleagues, approaching the desk with muted steps. "Ninety percent of Konoha knows what unsightly hobbies you like to indulge in. There's no need for secrecy"

"Well there remains the ten percent that don't" he retorts, dog-earing the current page before placing it on the desk beside the mountainous piles of unfinished paperwork. Blegh. Konoha was the worst kind hypocrite; killing trees to produce papers he'll never even sign. Sarutobi then leans back against his chair. "Let them live with the knowledge that their Hokage is a morally upright old man past his prime"

"Uh huh" came the sarcastic reply. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Hokage-sama." Inu stops walking short of hitting his desk with his legs and a miniscule part of the older Shinobi stuttered a bit. Productive or not if those stack of paperwork fell, it's going to take him years to carefully build it back up to it's equally useless state.

"But. I'm not here to discuss your perverse gratification, Hokage-sama" Despite the tease, the air around Inu suddenly shifts into something more professional. The Third, no pushover than the next Hokage is, doesn't straighten up; but relaxes furthermore with controlled movements only beffiting of someone his title. "It's about our young charge"

The Third hums, voice carrying the weight of a hundred souls whose fallen under the guise of an elderly man. "Our young charge?" He repeats casually, and seamlessly produces his pipe out of nowhere to inhale a lungful of smoke. "Dearest Uzumaki Naruto-kun, yes?"

"Yes" was the prompt reply, "Approximately twenty five past seven this morning, three hours and forty minutes before his usual time of activity, Uzumaki Naruto woke up. He pulled himself out of the bed, walked to the mirror and stared at his reflection for a brief moment before letting out an alarming shriek" Sarutobi has no idea where this was going, but worry gnawed the back of his mind. "I immediately used the Body Flicker Technique and asked if he was alright." There was a hesitant pause here and Sarutobi quickly orders "Proceed"

Inu, uncharacteristically, fidgets in his spot. He clears his throat and says, with more concern than allowed for a Shinobi -"He replied to me in an incomprehensible manner. I couldn't understand, however by the movement of his lips, it appeared to be a language only known to himself. I would say he was mildly delusional, and so, I knocked him out. Crow is standing outside with the said child, currently inactive as we speak"

The rhythmic ticking of the wall clock fills the silence that descended around both men.

The other ANBU guards' chakra flare, almost unnoticable, in unease; for what exactly? The Hokage knows that not every one of them cared for the young boy as a person; the deep scars from the Kyuubi attack never to heal even with time. However he's also privy to the fact that should they speak or act unmannerly against the Fourth's offspring (not that they knew) he was more than happy to free them off their duties. If they even dare propose the idea of the boy being possessed, he would personally make sure they would know the meaning of 'Out of the line' The Fourth's seal is an immaculate creation that can never be measured by anyone's worth combined. They would not only insult his pseudo grandchild, but disrespect both the legacy and Will of the Fourth Hokage - which is, in his definition, a blasphemy.

The Third Hokage draws a long drag from his pipe. His eyes harden, and suddenly, the God of Shinobi sits in front of his subordinate.

"Bring him to me" was the authoritative mandate, the room suddenly booming with tension. "If this was the work of an outside force, I want you to consult with those on gate duty from last month to present day. Visit the T&I if any suspicious activity aroused without our knowledge. I want all ANBU teams on guard. For now, stand down. We wait until the child awakes." Sarutobi clasps his hands. "Then we will continue with the discourse. Understood?"

Inu bows, "Hai, Hokage-sama"

Sarutobi frowns, "Let us hope this isn't as grave as it sounds"

Deep within the unconscious boy's mind, a deep rumble of displeasure reverberates around the endless cage.

"Who are you, brat?"

Tsuna stares blankly at what he concludes, was a giant ball of orange broodiness with nine furry tails protruding out of it's (his? Her?) tailbone and shrugs.

He's seen crazier anyways, and nothing will ever top his guardians in Victoria Secret laces. He knew it would piss them off, and if Tsuna has to live with the sporadic bouts of insanity, he might as well try and have fun. Right now, something tells him that his soon to be words of greeting, was gonna make this broody ball of malcontent, go ape shit on him.

He smiles cutely and says "A friend"

He's not surprised that he finds a claw pointed at his throat.

A/N: Oh dear, Reborn's craziness rubbed off on poor Tsuna. He's a bit OOC but please bare in mind that he's over thirty, has lived with extremely, mentally unstable people for more than half of his life and Mukuro isn't the best company either haha.

Anyways, did you guys enjoy this? Please leave a review, it motivates me to write faster. If the response is good, I'll continue this :)