I do not, nor ever will, own KHR. Enjoy!

Believe it or not, the Varia doesn't just dump their paperwork on Tsuna. They dump it on 'The Bossman'.

'The Bossman', also known as Xanxus, had come to hate paperwork as much as he loathes all that is sunny and good. (No, I'm not talking about Sunny D, which he choked on at a very young age. Any possible connection is purely coincidental. Coincidental, dammit!)

He'd heard, and thanks to the underground's new hit movie, One Paper Too Many, seen what Tsuna, Enma, Cozarto and Giotto did to get rid of stress.

He approved that it got the Horror Movie of The Year award.

Back on subject, he hated paperwork and had learned of their de-stressing methods.

If you can't already figure out what's going to happen next, I'll tell you that one day, he picked up one of Bel's stray knives and grabbed some steaks.

Game on, bitches.

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"You made a movie about me without telling me." Again, the words escaping Tsuna's mouth more resembled a statement than a question.

"Why, yes, Dame-Tsuna. It was a smash hit." Tsuna sighed. Reborn smirked.

"How much paperwork…?" "Twenty hundred stacks, rounded down."

"….."

Smirk.

Tsuna sighed again, resigning to his fate. "Send them to Paperwork Storage Room number 2938014."

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The Varia was currently sitting in a familiar situation. However, it wasn't as funny as last time since it was their mansion burning.

"VOI! HOW… you know, just forget it. I probably don't want to know."

Fran nonchalantly leaned up against a tree. "Well, he always did like his steak very well done." Most of the Varia glared at him. He shrugged, not unlike what he did in a similar situation. "Just saying."

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"Oh, by the way, Adelheid will probably come crashing in here any moment now bitching about copyright laws and Enma." Tsuna paled. That means paperwork…

"TSUNA, YOU BASTARD!" An angry roar and fast footsteps could be heard approaching.

Tsuna blanched further. Reborn smirked. "Oh, here she is right now."

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"He set fi-ire… to the house… and I la-a-aughed as it burned down." Fran strummed a guitar and made a parody song of Set Fire to the Rain. "As it burned, I just laughed as you angr-ily scre-eamed out my name, my-y na-ame."

Xanxus, who was indeed yelling at Fran, grabbed the guitar from him.

Wham, wham, wham, wham, wham. After saying 'hi' and 'bye' to the ground several times, the guitar was broken, but apparently not broken enough for Xanxus' liking. Wham. With one last whack, Xanxus handed the irreparable instrument back to Fran.

"Thanks." With that, he conjured up a new guitar.

"And apparently, my boss has the-ese things we call anger i-i-ssues, i-i-ssues~."

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"So, how did the meeting go?" Tsuna gave Reborn an exasperated look. "Nice black eye, by the way."

Tsuna flung a coat over his shoulder, angrily muttering something about PMSing women and lunch. Reborn smirked. If its lunch, then there might be a sequel movie, Dame-Tsuna.

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Enma stared incredulously at Tsuna, or, more specifically, his black eye. "What…" He was cut off by a glare. "Ask Adel."

Enma furrowed his brows. Why would I ask Lady Adele?

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One Paper Too Many managed to make around 46 million dollars in the first week it was released. The movie had audiences both laughing and shuddering with the bosses' actions and the subordinates' reactions.

Many people who saw the movie claimed to have newfound respect for the Vongola and Shimon Families. When interviewers said they were part of said families, their eyes would widen and they would quickly run away.

Tsuna squinted at the paper, not able to read it. "Dammit, Reborn, why does everything have to be in a size eight font?" he said, grabbing his glasses.

I love writing for this story. It's just so fun. I hope it's also fun to read.

My favorite part of this chapter was Frannie-chan singing. You?