The Mastermind is a Middle School Student (KHR FF)

Nyanmura and Pervertkuro (I'm sorry)

(31: you look better when you're vomiting)

Implied/reference of vomiting.

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Cold.

Hot.

Cold.

Hot.

Col-"

"-Kuh - Khk - Huk!" Fuuta sprung up with a ramrod back, coughing out what seemed to be endless phlegm from the depth of his lungs. His black eyes rounded dramatically, a palm reaching out in panic, "Eitou- Eitou-nii!"

"Yukimura is fine." A squeaky voice replied.

"Fine? Tsk, what a bunch'o kid-lying Mafiosos did the Vongola send?" A much older and croaky voice commented.

"I appreciate your help in this, 'Nan'."

"...I don't know what kind of favour I've gotta owe to be 'appreciated' by the world's best hitman."

"I will think one up."

"Tch."

Fuuta frowned in confusion, his trembling eyes taking a few more seconds to recover than his mind. As the clear outline of a fedora appeared within his vision, he inexplicably felt a bit relieved. "Reborn..."

"Don't worry." Reborn hummed, throwing a thin green appendage up and down with a slight rhythm. It took a while before Fuuta realised it was a detached lizard's tail. Leon's tail?

"Rest first, kid." A much older, and definitely unfamiliar voice spoke directly above him, "It would also be oh-so-good if you actually tell us what happened. And not faint dramatically afterwards, thank you very much."

Fuuta's cheeks reddened up like ripe tomatoes, his head reflexively tilting up to meet two almost closed eyes. The ends of the eyes are wrinkled, signifying a fulfilling life. The double lid over the eyes dragged almost entirely over the pupil, resulting in the person seemingly resting her eyes.

The grandmother ruffled his hair, "Geez. Isn't this just the second brat? Of course that brat will take the one person that's like him."

The child squinted his eyes in confusion before snapping out of his daze as a glass of cold water was nudged into the cusp of his palm. He slowly drank the glass under two scorching gases, his mind frantically recalling as much as he could.

What happened?

["-lucky, guess who bought your freedo-"]

Right, that happened.

"The..." Fuuta drawled, his eyes rolling around the room before ultimately landing on Reborn's face, "... You already know, don't you?"

Reborn pushed down the brim of his fedora, "I have heard some news."

"..." The Ranking Prince sighed.

The arcabalenno spoke with a sufficiently grim tone, "The remains of Estraneo... The Vindice has not stated anything yet to the outside world, but almost everyone in the underworld knew a certain death row prisoner had escaped."

The child gripped the bed sheet beneath him, pursing his lips, "And you let them in?"

"I didn't let them in Namimori," Reborn shifted his eyes to the side, as if he could pierce through the horizon and see Kokuyo itself, "Rokudo Mukuro is my pick for a potential guardian for Tsuna. His mastery over Mist, most of all, is his greatest threat - and subsequently, what earned him the right to serve beside Tsuna."

"I just, did not expect," The arcabalenno eyed the grandmother beside Fuuta, "That the heir of Gold would get himself involved."

"It was my fault," Reborn admitted with a blank face.