Me: Well, with the many encouragements that are given to me, I decided to write another chapter of the life of chibi!Guardians and father!Tsuna.

Reborn: Tch. About time.

Me: Well, excuse me. It's not my fault three of the computers that I have access to have broken down!

Reborn: Wow. You're even worse than Dame-Tsuna.

Me: W-What's that supposed to mean-

Reborn: Anyway, this Dame-author does not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! I would've killed her if she ends up owning it.

Me: What? Why? If I own Katekyo Hitman Reborn, you would be-

Reborn: *eyes glint evilly as he pulls out Leon in gun form*

Me: … you would be the boss of me, of course…

Reborn: Of course.

2. Morning Routines

"Ohayo Juudaime!"

Tsuna, hearing the voice of his usually hot-headed son, turns his head towards the entrance of the kitchen to witness Hayato in his ever puppy-eyed, silver-haired glory. The dame-parent decided for a moment to take his attention away from the stove where he's making pancakes (which probably isn't a good idea but this is Dame-Tsuna we're talking about) to assess his ordinarily rowdy child. As always, the proclaimed right-hand man (Reborn decided it was a good idea to teach the kids some mafia terms, much to Tsuna's protests) is looking upon his father as if he's the divine emperor himself, still wearing his red and green plaid pajamas while there is a noticeable bedhead on the back of the Italian's head.

Tsuna couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, knowing that his son probably flew out of his bed and practically ran downstairs into the kitchen once he had woken up from his slumber.

"Good morning Hayato." Tsuna responded with a soft smile as he flips a pancake onto Hayato's stack, taking up the plate soon after before settling it down on the rectangular table where the silver-haired Italian would be sitting— his usual spot is near one of the corners of the table to the right of where Tsuna sits (as boss, Tsuna sits at the head of the table of course).

Brightening up at the greeting, the puppy-like child practically skips over towards his seat, but then froze when he notice Kyoya at the other end at the other side of the table.

Hayato had this mind-set contest in where he would have to be the first one to greet and meet Tsuna in the morning (because of his duty as the right-hand man— so Hayato decared). Of course, he noticed that Lambo is already in his high chair squealing over whatever mush he has been given to eat, his chair pulled up right next to Tsuna's seat at the head of the table, but the baby didn't count since— well, Lambo is an annoying baby brat. Tsuna has to see to him first in the morning since Lambo couldn't take care of himself and walk to the kitchen of course; so the brat doesn't count. But Hayato felt his mood sinking as he glares at the calm form of the residential skylark, shaking slightly in anger as he couldn't believe that Kyoya had beaten him to it— again.

"Y-You— H-How—" was the incoherent babble coming out of young Italian's mouth as he pointed an unstable finger at his indifferent so-called older brother, his face becoming red with fury. Kyoya, on the other hand –wearing black, silk pajamas with a tint of purple embezzled into the dark color– spared him with a blank look (that seemed discreetly smug as if amused by the other's endeavor) before turning his head away in a manner where he seems to disregard the young bomber's existence as 'insignificant', placing his already-made breakfast as his main priority rather than the so-called threat of his temperamental sibling.

As the aloof child picks up a piece of his well-made pancake into his mouth, bluntly ignoring the infuriated, silver-haired child who is currently giving him a seething glare, Hayato decided to let his temper get the better of him and take out his dynamites to give the skylark his untimely death ("Die you bastard!" was the casual declaration made by the younger bomber)—which was then quickly confiscated by Tsuna (not without fumbling with the already-lit dynamite before clumsily throwing it out from the nearest windows). Once Tsuna regain his posture (from almost having a heart attack after seeing the sizzling bombs –yes plural– in his temperamental son's hands), the dame-father then proceeds to scold the guilty-looking silver-haired child, who is currently looking at his green slippers as if they're the most interesting thing in the world.

"Hayato, you know better than you use dynamite inside the house." The brown-haired parent softly admonishes as he places his hands on his hips, almost posing as a stern experienced mother (or father, if we want to touch on Tsuna's manlier side). Tsuna basically gave up long ago on reprimanding the Italian for possessing explosive in the first place—just like how he gave up on Kyoya with his tonfas and Mukuro with his trident...

"Please forgive me Juudaime…" The young bomber mumbles as he looks at his father figure with large emerald eyes that are watering with remorse, obviously thinking about his reckless actions. The brown-haired adult could easily imagine the silver-colored puppy dog ears folded down on top of the octopus-like hair style with a bushy tail flopped between the skinny legs of the temperamental Italian.

Seeing that Hayato is sincerely reflecting on his actions (also the fact that he could never stay angry when his children flashes their big eyes like that—which is something that Mukuro and Kyoya had been taking advantage of for a while now…), Tsuna gave the puppy-like boy a soft smile and crouch down to the young bomber's height, looking upon those open green eyes with a genuineness that Hayato fell in love a long time ago.

"I forgive you." The brown-haired parent reassured with a ruffle to the young Italian's long silver locks, chuckling in amusement as the child practically bask in the given affection, a growing grin placed on Hayato's lips as if there is nothing better than having the acknowledgement of his amazing father (and to Hayato, there probably is nothing better to him). "Now why don't you take a seat while I get you some pancakes?"

Like the obedient child that he is (depending on who's asking), Hayato nods his head enthusiastically and swerves his body around to head towards his usual place on the dining table (which, of course, was always the seat on the right to his precious Juudaime), but not before shooting Kyoya –who is casually drinking his freshly-brewed tea during the whole overly-sappy fiasco– a withering glare that would make lesser men whimper in fear, hoping that his so-called nonchalant older sibling would burst in flames by the heat of his gaze. Of course, the temperamental Italian would continue to have a grudge against the dark haired skylark, considering that he still wanted to be the first one to greet his beloved father in the morning.

Just as Hayato (who then proceeds to yell at the youngest of the family, Lambo, once the baby decided that it would be fun to throw a handful of baby food at the silver-haired child's head) took his seat in his rightful place next to his precious father, another set of enthusiastic footsteps could be heard coming down from the hall through the living room and towards the kitchen.

Once the owner of those eager footsteps finally appears at the entryway of the kitchen with bright blue cotton pajamas that are slightly skewed and playfully ruffled standing out among the neat background of their comfortable home, Tsuna met the boy with an amused smile seeing how his happy-go-lucky son had probably also just came out of bed like a certain explosive Italian.

People don't realize it too often but the two of them –both his baseball-loving child and his prodigal son– are more alike than what most would have think.

"Ohayo, Oyaji!~" Takeshi practically shouted as he shines his ever famous carefree grin that could easily brighten a room on even the most stormiest of days, looking upon his ever-adored father with an elated expression as true to his optimistic persona. Then, as if it was an everyday occurrence that the child couldn't get enough of, the proclaimed 'baseball idiot' spread his arms out wide, coming up to his clumsy parent as a mean to say that he wanted his daily morning hug right then and now.

Tsuna knows that Takeshi is always a child who practically craves for physical affection –either from his family or from complete strangers that the child had felt to have deserves a hug, which would give the dame-parent a few heart attacks seeing how some of those strangers are local gangster that Takeshi proclaimed to look 'unhappy' (who are now practically best of friends with the boy whenever they happen to pass by)–, and he couldn't help but laugh at the expecting expression given to him by his baseball-loving son, placing a glass of milk in front of Hayato (who was looking upon his happy-go-lucky sibling with a watchful gaze as if trying to nitpick any kind of reason for the 'baseball freak' not to touch his Juudaime) before crouching down to his son's height and spreading his arms in return.

Seeing the open invitation from his father figure, and finding no reason to turn it down (since he's the one who asked for it), Takeshi sprints the rest of the way to his chuckling father, burying himself in the familiar warmth of the adult's lean body. Tsuna, wrapping his arms around the smaller figure in a love-filled hug, smiles warmly at the other's obvious display of affection, ruffling the baseball idiot's black hair with a fondness that can only come from between parent and child.

Of course, even though this type of thing happens every morning from day one since Takeshi had become part of the family, Hayato didn't like the fact that the baseball freak is getting friendly with his Juudaime (or anyone else for that matter).

"Let go of Juudaime, you Yakyu-baka! You'll sully his presence with your existence!" The silver-haired child declared as he points his silver fork at the happy-go-lucky child with some feelings of disdain, glaring at the always-smiling face that would always easily irritate the temperamental elementary kid into a raging fit.

Takeshi could only laugh in his ever oblivious and carefree ways at his sibling's unnecessary harsh words while Tsuna sweatdrops at the bomber's choice in vocabulary. His presence? Sully? Existence? Where in the world is Hayato learning these kind of words from? Should an eight year old learn these kind of things (not to mention the curses that tends to slip out…)?

But the both Tsuna and Takeshi separated anyway, well-used to the Italian's complaints as this tends to happen every time the two would embrace each other in the silver-haired child's presence—which is every morning.

"Ohayo Haya-kun! Kyoya-nii!"

"Don't call me that!" Hayato immediately counteracted, a vein quickly popping out of the bomber's head in irritation. Kyoya didn't verbally (or physically) respond to his carefree sibling's salutation, but the baseball lover wasn't offended by the other's nonchalance, seeing that this is always the skylark usual response in these type of things.

Right after the short –but very happy– greeting (where the greeter wasn't really greeted back in a positive note), Takeshi then proceeds to embrace his stormier sibling, Hayato, in turn, who instantly tries to squirm away from the happy-go-lucky eight year old with an outraged shout, almost stabbing the taller Japanese with a knife that was part of a tableware (only the brunet is dame enough to forget that it's never a good idea to have knives in reaching distance with his children) if Tsuna didn't quickly pull the ever-arguing duo (though it's always a one-sided argument) apart and dump Takeshi back at his usual seat away from Hayato and next to nonchalant so-called disciplinary skillfully ignoring the commotion.

The brown-haired parent could only give an exasperated look to his baseball-loving son, who just laughs at the so-called attempts for his life, while quickly scolding the silver-haired child about how he shouldn't argue (or fight) with his siblings—again.

Just when Tsuna was about to go back to the stove to cook some more pancakes for the rest of his kids, giving Takeshi his plate (while ignoring the chaos happening around the dining table, seeing that Lambo had then decided to unwisely flicker a part of his mushy breakfast onto Kyoya's face, which causes the young prefect to attempt to march across the wooden table, brandishing his tonfas in order to 'bite that baby herbivore to death'. Takeshi, thank goodness, was somehow able to restrain the seething skylark reminding the older boy that youngest is just a baby and his actions could not be helped at times while Hayato, on the other hand, is discreetly cheering in the background), the dame parent heard the front door of their large house open with a noticeable squeak, before closing with a loud, distinctive slam that made him flinch slightly. This confuses the young adult for he was very sure that he had locked the door to the front of the house last night, checking it twice with plenty of scrutiny before going ahead and verifying that his children are okay for the night (which afterwards, he checks it again before going to bed himself). Dame as he is, he isn't so stupid as to risk his children life with such a careless mistake as that, and with his job, which somehow requires to have a ridiculous amount of enemies, precautions have to be taken.

Tsuna furrows his eyebrows as he stares at the second entryway to the kitchen –which is connected to the hallway that leads to the front of the house– with a flabbergasted expression that perfectly describes his puzzlement, hearing the fast-paced pitter-patter of little, but strong, footsteps coming out from the long hallway.

Tsuna was honestly surprised when his hyperactive son, Ryohei, was the one that came out from the hallway to the front door, already dressed for the day with his black running shorts and bright yellow tank top, enthusiastically waving to everyone who is in the kitchen area (though it seems that his siblings are too busy fighting and/or arguing to notice).

"Ohayo Sawada-chichi!" Ryohei loudly greeted with a sunny smile that fits with the child's slightly overbearing personality. "It's an extremely nice outside today, don't you extremely think so?"

The dame parent felt like facepalming.

"Ryohei, don't tell me you were outside running laps all early hours in the morning." Tsuna already knew the answer to what he had questioned—of course his energetic son was running laps around the neighborhood at the early hours of the morning, but he knew that he wouldn't be a good parent if he didn't even try to confirm the whereabouts of his own children.

The boxing fanatic had the decency to look sheepish, rubbing the back of his almost-white hair in an awkward manner that made the sunny child look rather shy.

"Sorry Sawada-chichi, but when I woke up this morning, I was feeling EXTREMELY skittish, so I have to go out and run a few extreme laps around Namimori!"

Tsuna tries to ignore the fact that his hyperactive son has the ability to sprint 'a few laps' around the moderate town of Namimori within a set amount of hours (which is about 63 km in diameter). It would've been more realistic if his son had said he had run laps around the neighborhood instead.

"You know very well that you have to tell me first if you are going outside." Tsuna scolded with a light frown, obviously displeased by the lack of forewarning to his hyperactive child's morning workout (the dame parent also long ago gave up on telling his children to stay in the house –or the area around the house– at all times unless they have permission otherwise—it's like asking for a ticking time bomb that is about to blow).

At the stern lecture, seeing that he had slightly upset his father by not following the rules that are set up whenever the children had decided to go out without adult supervision (which is mostly dedicated to their untamed skylark and his independent personality), Ryohei looks down at his sock-covered feet with a guilty expression, properly chastised about his irresponsible actions knowing that he had unnecessarily worried his father.

"I'm extremely sorry Sawada-chichi. I'll make sure to extremely tell you next time I'm going out." The sunny child mumbled with a remorseful pout, jutting out a trembling lip that made him truly look like a normal ten-year old kid. And though Tsuna felt the sincerity of the apology, the dame-parent knows that his restless son would forget about what he had promised the next day. But Tsuna perseveres as any parent should when they have six dangerous kids (Lambo not included) who can do extraordinary things that would leave adults whimpering in the corner, knowing that this happens way too often for him to actually get really angry at any of his children.

Gazing at Ryohei with a fond smile that stretches his lips all on its own, the brown-haired parent refrains himself from heaving a sigh (no matter how much he wanted to), shaking his head in amusement to his children's antics. Really, as troublesome as they were, these are the parts of his kids that he loves the most.

"Honestly Ryohei; next time you are feeling unbearably skittish, just come to me and we'll work it out."

Snapping his head up to look at his father with large, wide disbelieving eyes, the white-haired child looks to be genuinely surprised by the offer, his mouth parting open in incredulity while he gaze at his father figure with a hopeful look. Tsuna was also surprised by the fact that his ever-sunny son seem to be astonished by his sincere proposition, wondering if he actually said something wrong.

"You extremely mean it, Sawada-chichi? Extremely anytime?"

Seeing those eyes sparkle like figurative diamonds, looking up at him with an 'extreme' sense of adoration, Tsuna didn't have the heart to say no (not that he was planning to in the first place).

"Of course Ryohei." The brown-haired guardian firmly reassures, sending his very-active son a warm smile of acceptance (of course, the dame parent didn't know how much he was going to regret his words when the next day when Ryohei decided to wake him up at 3 o'clock in the morning proclaiming that he was feeling that 'extremely skittish feeling' once again and wants to play boxing with his father figure 'to the extreme!'). "Now go ahead and take your seat while I get your pancakes."

Of course, the ten year old boxer energetically did just that—though not without attacking his wonderful father with a tackling hug that is powerful enough to make the clumsy adult stumble due to the sudden extra weight to his hips, which then prompted the fury of Hayato (who was in the middle of trying to disintegrate a certain impassive prefect when the older child –who gave up on trying to discipline a laughing Lambo when Takeshi took a sacrificial hit instead just to satisfy the skylark's ire– decided to kick what is left of the youngest's breakfast onto the bomber's face) once the silver-haired Italian saw the hyperactive boxer manhandling their father (if that is what you can call it).

"You Lawn-head! How dare you desecrate Juudaime like that!"

Ryohei could only shoot a puzzled look hearing the advance vocabulary coming out from his younger sibling's mouth, already heading towards his seat at the rectangular-shaped dining table right between Hayato and Takeshi, while Tsuna sweatdrops at his temperamental son's choice of words once again. 'Desecrate'? Honestly, where is Hayato getting these words from? And in what way is Ryohei desecrating him?!

Watching forlornly as the peaceful morning became even more chaotic with the addition to a certain energetic boxing fanatic, Tsuna pushes himself to make another batch of pancakes for his white-haired son and for his other two children that had yet to come and join the pandemonium. Once he was able to stack six pancakes into one plate, knowing that his children have ridiculously large appetites, the dame parent then proceeds to skillfully dodge the flying articles of silverwares (sending both his prodigal son and nonchalant –but violent– child a stern gaze, which was able to quiet them down if only for a minute) in order to drop-off his boxing fanatic son's breakfast plate while automatically turning on the coffee machine in a strange habit that he wasn't completely aware of.

When he did, smiling at the enthusiastic thanks he got from his hyperactive child ("Thank you for the extreme pancakes, Sawada-chichi!") which then sends off a chain reaction where some of his other children decided that they needed to declare their gratitude as well ("I am honored that you have bestowed me such a great breakfast palate, Juudaime!" "Haha, thanks for the pancakes Oyaji!" Which then Hayato proceeds to scold the carefree baseball-lover for his informal appreciation –"Don't speak to Juudaime so casually, baseball freak!"– while Kyoya just chosen to nod his acknowledgement instead), Tsuna felt the hair on the back of his neck standing up. Knowing who is here (who else can intimidate him to this certain level? Other than his tutor and Kyoya when the child decided to be strangely sadistic of course…), the dame parent turns around towards the once-emptied seats that are next to Lambo's high-chair and across from both Hayato's and Ryohei's chairs, taking in the sight of his two contradicting twins (though they're not really twins) sitting together side-by-side –almost hand-in-hand– as if they have been in their seats the whole time. Frankly, Tsuna wouldn't be surprised if they were, looking over the spotless camouflage pajamas and the light indigo, flower printed dressing gown in a habit of suspicion he couldn't get rid of.

"Good morning Chrome, Mukuro." The brown-haired guardian greeted casually as if his children hadn't appeared out of thin-air (god, that isn't even half the things that his kids are capable of doing), relishing the short period of silence caused by the pineapple-haired twins due to the fact that they had surprised the rest of their siblings into a moment of stillness. They weren't yet used to how the two very-close siblings would materialize just like that out of nowhere, considering that the two were the more recent additions to the family just like Lambo. But it wasn't long before they phase out of their shock, considering that Kyoya had sent a dark glare to the more the mischievous child of the pair, who chuckled his signature 'kufufufu' before baiting the violent prefect with an arrogant smirk that he knows very well that would easily irritate the ill-tempered skylark.

Sufficient to say, it wasn't long before tonfas and trident are clashed together in a battle of death. His other children, finding it more exciting than worrisome, was busy cheering the two on in their extreme battle (Ryohei's words, not his); especially Hayato, who hopes that they would end each other right then and there.

Tsuna felt another urge to facepalm, which happens often when he's around his kids.

"Kyoya! Sit down and put your tonfas away! No fighting in the house!" Hearing the almost-pleading demand (considering that you can't just order the prefect around without any compensation involved), the blood-thirsty child gave his omnivorous father a seething glare that would make any lesser man cower on the floor in fear, obviously wanting a chance to bite the so-called 'pineapple herbivore' when his rival is just right in front of him, but listened nonetheless (albeit grudgingly) and walks over the wooden table back to his seat. Besides, he could always bite that coward illusionist once they made it onto school grounds, where their father would be none the wiser in one of their more-bloodier activities. "And Mukuro, stop teasing your brother! You know better than to bait him like that!"

The boy with the heterochromatic eyes pouted at the fact that his so-called fun was ruined very shortly after it had started, disintegrating his dangerous-looking trident at will. Of course, he's also very well aware –like the skylark– that he could always continue his pleasure in agitating his nonchalant sibling (who he extremely dislikes for some reason) once they were dropped off on school grounds, when their ever-admirable father is nowhere in sight while their pathetic so-called teachers try to salvage what control they have left over of some of the two most violent children in the history of Namimori.

"Besides," Tsuna sighs as he turns around to whip up two more plates for the pineapple-haired pair, knowing that he has to play another card considering that his two battle-loving children didn't even look the slightly remorseful about their actions. "You're going to worry Chrome if you keep fighting each other like that."

What he said had the desired effects he were looking for; Kyoya looks away in an almost guilty-looking gesture –though his face is still as blank as a white sheet of paper– while Mukuro looks upon his dear sister in an apologetic expression, taking her hand gently as a mean to calm his precious Chrome of her worries. Of course, if there is anything that the brothers (even Mukuro and Kyoya with their clashing personalities and/or weapons) can agree on, it is the fact that they never wanted to worry their dear, sweet, precious little sister. Chrome has a place in everyone's soft spot –even Hayato's– considering that she's the only girl in this make-shift family.

Well played Sawada. Well played.

"I'm sorry my dear Chrome." Mukuro soothed as he patted his sister's hand in a reassuring motion in hopes to pacify the furrow eyebrows and the large purple eye full of concern and reservations. The shyer child of the twins visibly relaxed at her dear brother's encouragement. "I'll make sure to keep our battles more discreet in the near future."

Huh. Not exactly what Tsuna is going for but close enough.

As everything then begins to slowly settle down (though not without some heated insults being thrown around across the dining table like knives slashing through the air: "You pineapple bastard!" "Kufufu, what was that lapdog?" "Ma~ma~ Why don't we calm down everyone?" "Shut it baseball freak!" "We all should extremely calm down!" "You're too loud turf-top!" "You are too loud tako-head!" "WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!" "I'll bite you all to death."), Tsuna then proceeds to endorse the usual morning ritual (one of the few ritual this family had manage to keep considering that the kids made it difficult to partake in normal family traditions).

"Did you all sleep well last night?" The dame parent asked with a casualness that would fool anyone into thinking that the chaos that previous happened never existed. They should all have a good night sleep, considering how 'extremely' energetic they are this morning (and that's understating it), but Tsuna asked anyway, wanting to hear the answer from his ridiculously extraordinary children.

Of course, most of his kids have answered in a positive tone ("Of course Juudaime! How could I not when you have provide me such excellent bedding!" "Yeah, I slept great Oyaji!" "I had an extreme sleep, Sawada-chichi!" "Hn." "Kufufufu, what do you think, Sawada Tsunayoshi?"), but Chrome decided to keep herself silent, looking almost torn as if she wanted to actually say something otherwise to what her other siblings were declaring but didn't have the courage in doing so. Tsuna frowns in concern, considering that he do want his only daughter to be able to tell him anything that is on her mind since the meek girl would rarely ask anything of him unless it is something that she explicitly needs.

"What's wrong Chrome?" The beloved father softly questions as he kneel down next to the girl in her seat, looking upon his adored daughter with a worrying gaze. Her brothers also look at her with worry (even Lambo), wondering what could have bothered their dear sister.

Blushing at the fixed attention she had gathered, squirming in nervousness but with an elation that came from the fact that so many people are actually concerned about her well-being other than her blood-related brother, the one-eyed girl mumbled out her answer shyly but it wasn't hard for the occupants of the kitchen to understand what she's saying.

"Kufufu, the construction noises next door have been irritating as of late, Sawada Tsunayoshi. Even I could hear them from my room considering I'm next door to Chrome." Many of the other children nodded in agreement and the dame parent couldn't help but furrow his eyebrow at the reminder at the strange construction site next to his house (in an suburban neighborhood nonetheless—shouldn't there be a lot more people complaining about the noise?). While it is unfortunate that his daughter's room just happens to be the room closes to the side of the house –where the whole assembly is happening just a wall away– there's not much he could do about what is taking place. Maybe if he had a head noticed about it, he would have taken measures in making sure that it wouldn't affect his kids as much. But strangely (and no, not because he decided to be dame) and suspiciously, Tsuna only found out about the building being commissioned next to his house yesterday afternoon due to the fact that several blocks of houses were bulldozed flat to make room for this large structure.

The incredulous father faintly remembers wondering whether they decided to suddenly build a new supermarket—for how else would they have permission from the neighborhood committee (which consist of a lot of scary old ladies and his mother) to be allowed to build something that big in the middle of a peaceful, suburban neighborhood?!

But back to the matter at hand, Tsuna could only give his precious daughter an apologetic smile even though whatever is happening next door is not really his fault.

"I'm sorry Chrome that the noises from last night had disturbed you while you were sleeping, but I think they should be finished with the construction by the time you come home from school." It would seem like it, considering how fast the workers are strangely laboring as if their lives had been threaten into building whatever the structure is. "And if not, you can sleep in my room for the meantime until they are done."

Hearing the kind offer made by her beloved father figure, Chrome looks almost happy at the prospect of staying with her thoughtful guardian even for the night, letting out a bashful –but adorable– smile that made Tsuna smile back his signature warm smile.

"And no Mukuro, you will not attempt to mentally scar the builders even if it is for the sake of your sister." The dame parent stressed without even having to look at the mischievous child, hearing the boy huff in disappointment (probably pouting by the sounds of it) before disintegrating his trident once again to thin air.

"I demand my supplements for the day Sawada Tsunayoshi." Of course, he meant his breakfast, but the twin with the heterochromatic eyes couldn't care less about his strange choice of vocabulary considering that he's too busy sulking about how their ever-admirable father had ruined his fun twice today.

Chuckling at the brooding figure of his usually mysterious son (honestly, when it comes to these type of things –especially when it's about Chrome– it's not hard to read the child's thought process), the brunet quickly stood up and then proceeds to make breakfast for his closely knitted twins (and get a new bowl of baby food for his youngest so that he could finish feeding Lambo his share).

It wasn't long until he had a plate of six neatly-stacked pancakes (Chrome was never a big eater and Mukuro seems to prefer sharing a plate with his sister often times), and as Tsuna unconsciously grabs a freshly brewed cup of black Peruvian coffee, unwittingly placing the steaming mug in front of the empty seat between Mukuro and Kyoya, the dame parent then ensues to walk over to where the pineapple-haired twins were seated to give them their delicious-smelling breakfast—

"Hm, better than the last one you brewed, Dame-Tsuna."

"Thanks Reborn—"

Experiencing a brief heart attack once he heard the deep, baritone voice coming from what he thought to be an empty chair, Tsuna stumbles around with the plate of pancakes in a fit of panic before clumsily tripping on his own foot, shrieking his signature cry as he slowly inelegantly plummets down towards the floor. Luckily, Mukuro was able to grab his and his sister's breakfast before it fell along with their lumbering father—though it can't be said the same for their undignified guardian, who excruciatingly collapse on his face with a loud yelp.

Cries of worries were expressed for the dame parent –though Ryohei seems to find the fall 'extreme' and Kyoya and Mukuro weren't really concern about their father's little accident– and Tsuna could only groan as he slowly pick himself up, rubbing his reddening nose with tears of pain gathering in the corner of his eyes.

Listening as his useless student began to reassure the children (the ones that were actually concern about the nature of their guardian's graceless plunge) how he's not actually hurt (physically at the least) and that he didn't need to go to the hospital (as Hayato had recommended in a fit of panic), the hitman occupying the previously vacant seat could only 'tsk' three times in amusement, shaking his head as if disappointed at the pathetic display made by the awkward brunet.

"Once Dame-Tsuna, always Dame-Tsuna."

As the dame parent has always done whenever his demon spawn of a tutor had caught him off-guard; he sputters.

"R-Reborn! You—what—I—" The handsome man named Reborn can only watch with feelings of sadistic entertainment as his mortified pupil blushes bright red in humiliation of his situation. "—Why are you here—?!"

Tsuna stops in mid-stutter, realizing the stupidity of his question. This is his 'Spartan from hell' tutor, Reborn—questioning the other's reasoning is pointless (god knows Tsuna had tried).

"—H-How did you get into my house?!" The flustered brunet rephrased, stumbling back onto his feet as he tries to smooth out the wrinkles of his dress shirt and his dress pants with sweaty palms, hoping to regain some semblance of composure in front of his make-shift family. The only answer the dame parent got from the infamous fedora-wearing assassin is a raised eyebrow, as if the other is actually enquiring about his student's level of intelligence (or lack thereof).

Oh that's right—Reborn is the world's greatest hitman. And apparently, that is all that is needed to be said about the situation.

"Carnivore—fight me." Apparently, Tsuna's kids weren't too phased by the sudden appearance of the suave hitman judging by the fact that Kyoya is already challenging his so-called 'Uncle Reborn' to another one of their deadly duels. Of course, some of them are a bit unnerved by the fact that they didn't see the dark assassin come in or that they couldn't sense his presence until their father had screeched out in surprise (especially Mukuro, who is unsettled by the older male's ability to sneak past him like that), but they are too used to their uncle's eccentricity to be truly bothered by the other's existence.

Reborn took a sip of his hot black coffee before answering his violent 'nephew's' demand. "Not now. Maybe later this evening."

"Don't encourage something like that!" Tsuna yells in exasperation at his tutor, wondering what in the world does the hitman wants other than to create chaos among his already-chaotic family.

Reborn, being the ever-wise teacher that he is, shook his head in disappointment, gently placing the warm mug right in front of him on the wooden dining table. "Being the children of the boss who is overseeing the world's strongest mafia familgia puts them as a liability—"

"My kids are not a liability—to me or the familgia." Tsuna snaps in indignation for his children, directing a disapproving glare at the man who he had announced as his advisor long ago during his inheritance ceremony at the tender age of 15. Reborn could only smirk at his student's attempts to look cross while some of the children glance at each other with hidden expressions of astonishment and delight, secretly touched by their father's strong declaration (though Hayato, Takeshi, Ryohei and Chrome have their gratitude openly written on their face like the honest kids they are in contradiction to Kyoya's and Mukuro's more controlled façade).

"Either way, they would need to learn how to defend themselves against enemy familgias. As Decimo of the Vongola Familgia, you are entitled to make sure your children can take care of themselves if the situation calls it."

Tsuna feels like pulling the strands of his own brown hair off his head, and couldn't help but sense that he's fighting an already losing battle. Which is not surprising considering this is the 'World's Greatest Hitman' he's up again.

"They're just children—" One who knows how to expertly wield a tonfa that puts all other martial artists to shame. Another who can perform high-level illusions that are on par with Varia's and Arcobaleno's own infamous illusionist, Mammon, along with his look-alike sister who can also conjure up her own gory images. There is also the dynamite-wielding eight-year old who has a temper that matches his explosion and two ridiculously strong –but talented– sportsmen who doesn't know how to hold back when it comes to their favorite sport—not mention one of them had recently told Tsuna that he knows how to wield a katana due from his previous father's teachings. And then there is the youngest of the bunch, Lambo, who is already taking an innocent interest in all weapon-related items—especially grenades (no doubtfully due to the influence of his silver-haired older brother who had tried plenty of times to use his explosive on the youngest).

Tsuna wants to cry at his children's loss of innocence and sulk in a corner while at it.

Reborn could only shake his head once the realization hit his student in the gut—painfully. The hitman claps his hands twice in order to gain the attention of the group of kids in the room, watching with satisfaction as all of them immediately turn their heads towards him automatically (like he secretly trained them to do). "While your father regains some of his composure back, why don't you all go back to your rooms and get ready for school? I will be dropping you off today considering that your dame-father will be too busy working to take you to school."

Some looked disappointed hearing that their beloved father wouldn't be joining them on the way to school (they adore the kind gestures that the brunet would send them off with whenever they made it to the gates of the school—which consist of, sometimes short, hugs and brief, but love-filled, kisses) while Tsuna then finally snaps out of his brief dead-like state, shooting his tutor an incredulous stare.

"Wait a minute—'too busy working'?"

The hitman gave his so-called 'boss' an innocent smile, making Tsuna shiver considering that said innocent smile is paired with dark, mischievous eyes promising pain to whoever the unfortunate victim is (which is sadly the dame parent himself).

"You have some paperwork in your office that needs to be signed, Dame-Tsuna~" Then, there was an ominous click of a gun and Tsuna pales when he saw the green Glock 19 directed towards him in his tutor's hands. "So do it with your dying will."

"Hiiie! Don't shoot! Don't shoot!"

The children –finding the fact that their sadistic uncle is threatening their lovable father to be an everyday occurrences (because it is—they long ago concluded that their dame guardian will be okay despite the hitman's dangerous disposition)– began piling their empty plates in the middle of the dining table so that Tsuna could take them up for washing, before energetically (Ryohei, Hayato and Takeshi—who are in the middle of a one-sided argument once again) or silently (Kyoya, Mukuro and Chrome—who either disappear out of thin air or stalks quietly out of the room without a word) taking their leave from the kitchen to their rooms where they can get ready for school. Baby Lambo is the only one left behind, but the child didn't seem to mind as he continues to messily play with his already-ruined breakfast.

Once the hitman is satisfied by the fact that the Vongola boss wouldn't be attempting to ditch his paperwork (where then Reborn would threaten the brunet's time with his kids if he ever tried to do so), the hitman stood up with Leon back in his chameleon form crawling up back to his hat, nursing his half-filled coffee mug while walking towards the hall to the front door with an air of arrogance around him.

"Oh yeah, by the way Dame-Tsuna." Reborn casually supplied as he make a slight turn of his head where he could look at his student with dark, ominous-looking eyes, glimmering with a malice that the unfortunate brunet wants no part of. Tsuna intuition blares bright red flags once the dame parent saw the mischievousness in the sadistic man's stance. "Varia decided to move next door, as you can see." Reborn waves to the window on the side of the house displaying the half-way built building being labored by frighten-looking workers from bottom to top. "Make sure to get them a house-warming gift."

And while the demon-like hitman turns around to saunter towards the front door, humming a cheerful-like song as if he hadn't practically dropped a ticking bomb onto the Vongola Decimo's lap, Tsuna felt the world suddenly spinning as he carefully absorbs the information into his already-overworked brain.

As the boss of the strongest (and what Tsuna is starting to think, craziest) mafia family in the world refrains himself to glaring at the retreating back of his Spartan tutor (and at his one year old child who suddenly decided to laugh at his so-called useless guardian as if making fun of his predicament), Tsuna felt the beginnings of an incoming migraine that would surely become an unbearable throb by mid-afternoon.

Oh hell no.

Omake: Vongola and Varia

Considering that it is one of the daily routine that Tsuna (and, though some will deny it, the kids) cherish the most, the dame parent made sure to properly wish his children to have a good day to school at the front entrance of the house instead of the usual scenery at the gates of Namimori Elementary. He made sure to give them all loving hugs (except Kyoya, who would probably tonfa'd him if he tried and was already heading towards the minivan that Tsuna had somehow forced Reborn to drive if only for the safety of his kids no matter how unseemly it is for the hitman) and brief kisses to those who would let him (Mukuro gave him quite the menacing look when he had first tried and Kyoya looked purely disgusted by the gesture).

When the kids said their final goodbyes to their baby brother, who also would usually be there to take them to school considering that Lambo can't be at home by himself (for a lot of reasons other than the fact that he's just an infant), they left through the front door along with their Spartan uncle. Reborn made sure to shoot his dame student one more evil look to emphasize that he wanted those paperwork signed by today before closing the door abruptly behind him, leaving the Vongola Decimo alone with his energetic one-year old son.

For most of the morning, after the departure of his elementary children and his so-called advisor, he diligently did his paperwork in his home office just next to his bedroom while watching over Lambo in the playpen on the floor next to his desk. In between reading contracts and looking at bills (some that are caused by his children's destructiveness), Tsuna made sure the baby is changed and well-fed—not to mention well-rested (for a cranky Lambo is something in short of an apocalypse). There are also times where the dame parent would have to stop working for an hour and a half just to entertain the child (lest the infant would start pulling grenades out of nowhere and throw them if only to see his guardian running around like a headless chicken).

When early afternoon hits, Lambo's caretaker at the nearby nursery –Haru– came to pick him up. She's also Lambo's babysitter on days when Tsuna have to go out and couldn't bring the toddler along with him, but usually, she would be the weapon-loving child's nursery teacher where she would take him for most of the afternoon until Tsuna would come and pick the infant up (along with his other kids when he would pick up his older children from the elementary school). Once he gave the very preppy teacher his one-year old son, repeating all medical concerns and instructions on how to take care of Lambo (dodging all of Haru's obvious flirting attempts while at it), the Vongola boss –unfortunately– went back to finish his paperwork. And after an hour of slaving away signing stacks and stacks of bills and field reports (though mostly bills thanks to a certain independent assassination group…), Tsuna decided to take a break (a well-deserved one) and call a certain violent cousin of his that was supposed to live in Italy.

After dialing the number he memorized by heart (though it's not something he wanted to memorize in the first place), it wasn't long until a familiar, rough voice had answered the phone.

"What do you want scum?"

Tsuna feels like sighing at his cousin's crude manner, letting his lips twitch up in a weary style.

"Xanxus-san—did you just decided to move next door to my house?"

There was a moment silence, as if the Varia leader didn't exactly wanted to answer the brunet's question (though why, Tsuna is not sure), before Xanxus decided that there is something offensive to what the Vongola boss had asked.

"Is there something fucking wrong with that?!"

"No Xanxus-san, there's nothing wrong with that." Other than the fact that he had destroyed countless of family's homes for his –unnecessarily big– mansion and also the fact that the scarred Mafioso had scared the shit out of his construction workers so much that Tsuna wouldn't be surprised to see a letter from the Fair Labor Association about possible mistreatment, but in order to get answers from the Varia boss himself, the brunet needs to pacify the other into talking first.

"I'm just wondering why you would want to move—to Japan of all places."

"Why does it fucking matter? You're fucking there."

Tsuna actually did sigh this time.

"You know my reasons Xanxus-san and I am able to create a base of operation here where I could work even away from our main foundation in Italy. But you know that Varia had not even created a branch here in Japan before—especially in such a moderate town like Namimori."

"So? As you can fucking see, we're creating one right now scum."

Yes, Tsuna can clearly see that—along with the whole suburban neighborhood where that said branch is situated in the middle of.

"That's beside the point Xanxus. You're main base of operations is in Italy, if you hadn't noticed, and if you're thinking about changing location, at least consult with me first so that we could make arrangements like building plans—" That doesn't involve decimating a quarter of a well-settled neighborhood. "—and employment transfers."

The Vongola boss hears a sneer from the other side of the phone. "Why in the hell do I need to fucking consult you about anything?"

That is a good question, considering that Xanxus never does in the first place—not even to Nono when the elder man was still in power over the Vongola throne, but Tsuna likes to hope at times.

"And years ago, you didn't even care about Japan, nevertheless Namimori. Why the sudden interest and moving plans?"

"A scum like you didn't need to know," was the simple answer that the brunet had received. Tsuna finds it unusual to see how oddly secretive and defensive his crude cousin is about the subject of his sudden move, burrowing his eyebrows in contemplation before a certain thought appears in his mind and the dame parent couldn't help but let out a muffled giggle once realization hits him.

"What in the hell are you laughing about scum?!" For some reason, Xanxus sounds as if he's a bit wary on why his brown-haired cousin is giggling and Tsuna could only softly smile once he figures out the Varia leader's true motivation.

"Do you miss the kids, Xanxus-san?" The Vongola boss inquires bluntly as he leans back on his chair with amusement written on his expression. It wouldn't surprise the chuckling brunet if that was the case. If he recalls, ever since Tsuna's last visit in Italy with is children just a couple of months ago, Varia has become very fond of the kids and respected them for their strength despite their young ages. Especially Xanxus when it comes to the children who can actually fight back against the Varia leader's temper—his cousin had a wonderful time teaching them the finer points in battling (though Tsuna never really approved of such teachings in the first place).

Once again, there was another moment of silence over the phone, but Tsuna didn't rush his cousin to confirm his assumptions (though the young parent is very confident on his hypothesis), humming an absent-minded tune as he decided to start on his paperwork again. Just as the Vongola Decimo was reading over the latest report from a random subordinate who was assigned to carry out some shipments in Japan, Xanxus finally reacted.

"SCUM!"

The Varia leader then hung up, and all Tsuna could do is blink as he listens to the dial tone with an amusement that made him chuckle with contentment.

It's on matters like these that made Xanxus so predictable.

Me: I'm finished! I'm finished, I'm finished, I'm finished… I can't believe I'm finished.

Reborn: *snorts* Neither can I.

Me: Your faith in me is so touching. *deadpanned*

Reborn: What faith?

Me: I was being sarcastic—

Reborn: *gave an evil look that dares the author to say otherwise*

Me: … Never mind.

Reborn: That's what I thought.

Me: Anyway… *gives Reborn a wary look* I hope you enjoy the story!

Reborn: Despite how late it is.

Me: Hey! Like I said, it's not my fault all three of my computers broke down all the sudden!

Reborn: And stayed like that for years?

Me: …Well…

Reborn: *takes out Leon gun with a mischievous glint that spells pain for the unfortunate victim*

Me: *is that unfortunate victim* W-Wait, wait, wait! I'm sorry!

Reborn: Well, sorry is not good enough considering how long you made people wait.

Me: I-I know but I made an omake to make up for it!

Reborn: You didn't make an omake for that reason.

Me: W-What? Of course I did—

Reborn: *shoots once but missed on purpose so that the author is able to dodge—he doesn't want to decapitate the writer just yet…* Don't lie to me.

Me: Okay okay! Maybe not exactly for the reason but at least I put an omake in it for my fans, right?