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Sawada Tsunayoshi was a problem. Reborn had suspected as much from the moment they first met, when Tsuna had treated him to a forty minute lecture on how his poor grades were a result of inherent bias in the schooling system, and how hiring a tutor to help him conform only perpetuated the existing flawed schooling model. Reborn had shot at him twenty minutes in. It hadn’t even slowed him down.
The next few days had done nothing to dispel Reborn’s first impression. For starters he found out that the reason Tsuna wasn’t a member of any school clubs, was because he spent all his free time agitating for the completely unauthorised and unsanctioned, student union. It was probably a contributing factor to his bad grades as well. It was definitely the reason for the disciplinary issues scribbled all over his school records. The running battles between the union and the disciplinary committee were the stuff of local legend. Apparently Tsuna was on the organising committee. Reborn could just feel the headache building.
Dino had been easy by comparison, and that was something Reborn had never thought he’d say. Unmotivated students were manageable, they just needed to be given some motivation. Shooting at them usually worked wonders. Lack of motivation, was not Sawada Tsunayoshi’s problem. He had plenty of motivation, just in all the wrong directions. It was, as Reborn had been finding, considerably harder to railroad someone when they already had a coherent belief system, and a ten step plan to demolish society and build a better one from the ashes. Under other circumstances Reborn might have found it all highly amusing. It really went against the grain to try and dissuade that kind of destructive chaos, but Reborn did have a job to do. He was a professional, somehow he was going to have to dissuade Tsuna from his revolutionary ambitions and convince him to take up organised crime instead.
Mentioning the mafia had earned Reborn a full hour long lecture on how organised crime was a disease of capitalism, and an authoritarian construct that would be torn down along with all the other structures of oppression when the revolution came. Reborn wondered if this was some bizzare form of divine punishment. Maybe he should demand a payrise.
Tsuna’s friends were no help. And yes he did have friends. Reborn privately suspected that Iemitsu was living in denial of his son’s anti-establishment activities, and had instead constructed an entirely fantastical version of the world where his son was helpless, and harmless, and had no friends at all. Reborn almost sympathised, it wasn’t easy for an organised crime boss to realise his son was absolutely devoted to abolishing money. Still, it meant that Iemitsu’s reports were all but useless, and so Reborn was in no mood to be charitable. He would have appreciated a warning about Tsuna’s friends.
First there was Kurokawa Hana, radical feminist, almost certainly a Cloud, with an unsettling tendency to kick men between the legs when they pestered her best friend, or when they irritated her, or when she was just bored. Reborn made a mental note to introduce this girl to Shamal, at some point when he could watch from a safe distance. Then there was Sasagawa Kyouko, the aforementioned best friend, quite possibly a Sky in her own right, and the kind of tree hugging pacifist that gave Reborn hives. They wre both on the student union council with Tsuna and spent a great deal of time organising protests with him. All peaceful of course, in deference to Kyouko’s principles. Reborn was just thankful that his student at least wasn’t completely sold on total nonviolence. That would be a major handicap in mafia life.
Sasagawa Kyouko had a brother too, so Sunny that it nearly hurt Reborn’s eyes to look at him, and he was definitely not a pacifist. What he was, was a menace, Reborn was a menace himself, he knew what one looked like. He and the captain of the Kendo club, Mochida Kensuke, (either Lightning or Storm, Reborn wasn’t sure which), liked to go out at weekends and pick fights with the local police. Reborn would be happy about their lack of respect for law and order, a trait that would stand them in good stead as members of the Vongola, if he weren’t so utterly appalled by their lack of subtlety. They were the ones that accompanied the propective Vongola decimo to out of town protests, the big ones, and whenever things turned violent, those two would somehow always be right in the thick of it, while Tsuna just stood back and smiled. Reborn knew this because he’d followed them a few times, trying to get an idea of what his student was actually like. He had a sinking feeling that the guardian bonds had already begun to set.
Then there was a girl who didn’t even go to Tsuna’s school, but spent an inordinate amount of time with their student union anyway. Presumably because Tsuna, and Kyouko were the only ones prepared to listen to her speeches on protecting mother earth. Kyouko liked her positive attitude, Tsuna liked her suggestions for direct action. Reborn, God help him, liked the Mist flames lurking just beneath the surface, he could deal with an eco-concious Mist, she couldn’t be any harder to work with than Mammon.
There were others of course, but those seemed to be the core members, the ones Tsuna went on marches with, the ones that might end up being his guardians. It was going to be a headache and a half coaxing them into a life of dodging the law when they seemed so keen to declare all out war on it.
The first step, he supposed, was in finding an established mafia member that Tsuna might be willing to bond with. To give him some actual ties to the underworld, and some support in navigating its pitfalls. Bianchi’s brother was about the right age he thought, and given he was already a named hitman he was presumably competent. It could go either really well, or really badly. He considered for a moment, and then made the call. If nothing else it would be entertaining.