This just a story I'm writing when I get a writer's block on my other story. But I'm not going to drop it though.
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From the Norm Chapter 1 Welcome Home
You think know your life. You know you live in a decent size home with quite a few bedrooms you wouldn't think fit in a seemingly small house. You have a very retarded mother that you sometimes wonder if going to college abroad would be a smart decision on your part, then you have a wayward father who "supposed" to be controlling traffic around the world, then you have a older brother whom you haven't seen since god knows when, but you keep in better contact with him then you do with your brother. It's just sad really. Anyways, then you go to a semi-well known school, not all that impressive, but if you was to apply for college, you won't get rejected in a heartbeat.
You rank number two in the school, next to a foreigner, who beat you down a spot, with their perfect scores, but you're not all that worried about it, because so long as you're in the top ten, then you're fine. You have friends at school, while you may not be as popular as your four best friends, at least you're respected.
You and your friends hang out almost every other day with the exception of one. While your friends are in baseball, the occult club, boxing, and the disciplinary club, you're tutoring a bunch of ninth graders in math.
Yep, I know my life very well and I'm content with stability and I abhor surprises. It had to do with an elementary incident that I got over it, but that still doesn't make any least nervous with surprises. So when I go home from school, I was tutoring anybody that particular day. I say a black car in front of my house.
Part of me wanted to run back to the school to get Hibari and common sense told me to call the police as well, but rationality stepped in and told me to "man up" and go see who it is before freaking out. So that's what I did.
"I'm home," I took off my shoes and went to the living room to get basked in my mom excited glow.
"Tsuna," mom shouted. I twitched. I wasn't one for excitement. In fact I prefer quietness over anything else, but I'm adaptable. "You won't believe whose home."
I looked over to see two men sitting on the couch drinking tea looking very amused at the oh-so-lovable scene before them. One guy with a very intimidating aura around him was wearing a very expensive suit with a fedora with a yellow ribbon around and shiny shoes. And then there was a boy with spiky blond hair like mines except it was brow and he had blues eyes. He too was wearing nice clothing.
"Giotto," I said breaking away from mom and hugging him. All the while think what the hell is going on. Nobody in college at least that's where he should be at now, should be wearing such clothing. As if the mysterious man read my thoughts he laughed. "How are you?"
"I'm doing well, I decided to come and visit you since I haven't seen you in years," Ah puberty was nice to him compared to me. I was still short, still had a baby face, and still had a high voice and so long as I don't scream I won't sound like a girl.
"Is that so," I said hardly believing it. Although my brother still kept in contact with me, it has been more than seven years since we seen each other and I'm a little skeptic about why he suddenly show up to see me out of the blue with very expensive items. "I see things been working out for you." Making a motion to he and his friends clothing.
He blushed at that, "Ah, yes it has, I'd like to introduce you to Reborn a good friend of mines."
I simply nodded, he didn't seem to be the shake hands type, if you catch my drift.
"Nice to meet you," Not really, but hey, I'm using my good manners. "Any what brought you back to Japan?"
Giotto suddenly got all business like and I just stared blankly at the next words he told me.
"I'm in the mafia," I burst out laughing, now everything made sense.
Giotto seemed to be a little perplexed with my reaction and Reborn just merely sat there.
"So let me get this straight, you got chosen to study abroad at a very prestigious school in Italy to become the next great leader of our generation, which in reality you were training to become a mafia boss, correct?"
"Yes, that's right," Giotto nodded.
I thought about it. I always thought how it was strange that he would never come home for the holidays, but I never said anything, because he always gave me presents for every holiday and birthdays and my graduations gifts and my accomplishments. So it was like he was there for my whole life.
"So dad is in the mafia too." I concluded.
"You don't seem surprised," Giotto commented.
I rolled my eyes, "I would have to be a very smart, dumb person to actually believe dad does construction all over the "world". I seen some of the scars on him, they look nothing like something you would get on a construction site, so I stop believing that a long time ago."
Giotto look very proud of me, I just smiled, and Reborn was looking calculative at me.
So my brother was actually a mafia boss. I don't know why common sense and rationality accepted it, but hey, I don't think my brother would actually lie, besides you couldn't wear nice suits if you were a drug dealer, I think. So here was the big question.
"So what made you come down here to tell me this after all this time, surely you have much better things to do with your time, such as paper work and possible damage control," Giotto muttered something like, 'You have no idea.'
Giotto was silent like he was trying to break some kind of bad news to me and I wasn't interest in waiting for Giotto to break the news softly.
"Reborn-san, what's going on?"
The man chuckled softly and I felt chills crawling down my back. "There is a traitor among the family," he said smoothly. "Somebody leaked information about you."
At the time I didn't know what was wrong with that.
"Nobody knew you existed until last month, now that they know that Giotto has a little brother, you're now in danger."
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Yeah so just like that, my life was over. The one where I was so sure of who I was and who my family was turned out to be a big fat lie and now I don't know what to do anymore or simply what to believe anymore.
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