The mysterious sky (khr fanfic) (currently being edited)

The number 1 (sadistic) hitman arrives (edited)

(Author's notes)
"Shouting"
"Speaking"
'Thoughts'
*actions*
"foreign language"
// sound effect or flash//
'Talking over the chat room'

I don't own Katekyo hitman reborn nor do I own the characters

Last time
Unbeknownst to the Sawada family, a certain hitman had seen the state in which the young brunette had left the house, and was shocked to learn that it was Iemitsu and Nana that did that to their youngest son. However what shocked him the most, was the fact that the younger son not only sensed his presence but actually pinpointed his location and saw him in the tree not to mention that in the physical state he was in he shouldn't have even been able to move.

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REBORN'S POV

"Hmm. Interesting it seems Nono was incorrect when it came to the Sawada family" my voice clearly laced with venom at the horrendous injuries when I heard it was Iemitsu and Nana that did that to the poor boy,who had done absolutely nothing wrong, I would know I have been keeping an eye on his older brother Giotto.

There is just something about the brunette son that made me curious, just what secrets is he hiding, because no civilian could just get up and walk away after what he has just gone through. 'I should follow him and get him some medical care, but I also need to introduce myself to the family and tor-tutor Baka-lemitsu on how to treat your family' I decided that I will look for the brunette later, 'now what should my I use as my tor-study, oh what the hell.. I do mean torturing method'.

After taking ten minutes to decide, I went with my good old fashion gun and also got Leon to transform into a 100 ton mallet "*rubs hands together* today's a good day... for me, I get to torture some arrogant fucker" I whispered to myself as I observed my charge, upon closer inspection he really does look like he could be the brunette's twin, the only difference is hair, eye colour and the fact that Giotto looked slightly older. The blonde limped out of the house, if I to be honest, I was rather disappointed with my charge. Unlike the Brunette, his one didn't even notice my presence, and I wasn't even attempting to hide it. The blond Baka walked back into the house, I sighed realising I had a lot of work ahead of me, jumping down from the tree, I walked up to the door and rung the bell. A few seconds later, the door opened, revealing the head of the CEDEF, Sawada Iemitsu.

"Are you gonna let me in or are you just gonna stand there like a idiot Baka-Mitsu?" I say with a smirk on my face.

" Reborn-San are here to train Giotto?"lemitsu replied while letting me in.

" yes, Nono asked me to train Giotto to be the next vongola boss" lemitsu brightened "but awhile I noticed a brunette leaving your house, he was seriously injured, from my reports that was your youngest son Tsunayoshi, am I right?" lemitsu's face remained stoic, though his eyes portrayed his anger. He nodded, so I carried on talking "he's hiding something"

"Why do you think he is hiding something, reborn?" Lemitsu asked me.

"None of your business Baka-Mitsu" I replied, he doesn't deserve to know.

"What do you mean, it's none of my business"lemitsu said without considering who he was talking.

I just decided to ignore the idiot for now and said " Exactly what I said before, no where in my contract for teaching your son does it say that I have to share any of my findings with you. So, piss me off again, by trying to get information from me, will end up with me putting a bullet through your skull, are we both on the same page?" lemitsu started gaping like a fish at what I said to him, but nodded none the less.

He showed me around the house, as we passed one of the doors, I sensed strong and potent mist flames, they were almost impossible to detect' but spending time around viper helps, I suppose. No wonder Iemitsu wasn't suspicious of the boy. Once Baka-Mitsu had shown me around the upper area of the house, we made our way downstairs, So that I could introduce myself to Nana and Baka-Giotto.
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Till next time