Disclaimer: I don't own Negima nor this is for any profit. I also don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.
The Sky, the Princess and the Hanyou
Chapter 1
The sun had already passed its high point this day, golden light bringing wonderful color to anything it shines on. And yet, a certain teenage boy still refuses to wake up. Until his mother had enough and calls him, that is:
"Tsu-kun, would you please get down here? It's almost noon already and you haven't even eat your breakfast yet!"
"Okay, Mom. Just a minute." said the boy while he grudgingly gets out of his bed and puts on his clothes. The boy was about 15, 16 years old with light brown spiking hair and matching eye color. At first look, he's a typical teenage boy you can see everyday.
When he gets down to the dining room, his mother has finished cooking up lunches and is busy preparing the table.
"Ah, there you are, Tsu-kun." said his mother. "Come here and help me prepare the table, will you?"
Looking at the lunches that could easily satisfy the most gluttonous person in the world, the boy, or Tsu-kun as his mother called him, sighed: "Come on, Mom. It's almost a month already! You don't have to keep doing this everyday! I'm perfectly fine, OK?"
His mother stopped preparing and turn back to look at her son directly into the eyes:" You're the one that have to stop doing this everyday, Tsu-kun. Stop pretending that you are over it when everyone could see that you would break down at any moment. Please, Tsu-kun. I'm your mother. I know how much it hurts and how you want to hide all your sorrow and sadness. But please understand that all I want, all everybody want is to share your pain. And besides, you don't have any more time to sulk, Tsu-kun."
The boy, listening to his mother with a grim face, jerked:"Wha...What do you mean, Mom?"
"Grandpa Tim just called yesterday. He said that he's going to Japan and he wished to meet you today." said his mother.
"Grandpa Tim... The Ninth!? Why would he want to meet me? It...It's not another ridiculous test of him, is it?" thought the boy frantically while all he said to his mom is: "Ah, is that so." Thinking and speaking two completely different things was by now a habit of Tsunayoshi Sawada. A habit he really doesn't want to explain the reason why he has it.
Just then, the doorbell rang. "It must be him. Just wait here, Tsu-kun. I'll go get him." said his mother.
Before Tsuna could do anything, the door was opened and an old man holding a scepter walked in.
"Ah, so we meet again, Decimo. It's been a long time, eh?" said the old man.
"Yes, yes it was... Nono." replied Tsuna.
"Well, you two just sit here and chat while I finish preparing the lunches, okay?" said his mother as she go back preparing the table and let Tsuna and the old man alone.
"Nono, I don't want to be rude but please, if you have anything to tell me, then just do it and skip the beating around the bust part. I...I really don't have the mind to play games right now." said Tsuna, a little uptight now that he's all alone, talking with arguably one of the most powerful man on Earth.
"Very well, Decimo. If that's what you wish. Let's cut down to the chase, shall we? Now, I believe that you're familiar with the concept "omiai"?
"What? Another omiai? I thought I already told you that I don't want to go to another silly arranged marriage of yours, didn't I?" complained a cute girl of about 13/14 years old with smooth, black hair that run all the way to her waist.
"Now now, Konoka-chan. Don't get so agitated. This omiai is not like any ones that you've gone to before. The candidate this time is a fine young boy who is a close relative of one of my best friend. You'll absolutely love this one!" said an old man with white hair tied into a ponytail and a long white beard.
"You told me that every time you forced me to go to an omiai, grandpa but until now I have never even found a decent candidate. And I believed that men in mid 40s are NOT "young boy" retorted Konoka.
"Oh please, Konoka-chan! You know that all this poor poor grandfather wants is for you to be happy, right?" The old man begged his granddaughter with tears in his eyes.
"Fine, I go to this omiai but you'd better make sure that this will be the last one, OK?" said Konoka.
"Oh thank you so much Konoka-chan! I promise that from now on I will only have boys your age as omiai candidates!" squealed the old man happily.
"That's not what I want you to promise..." muttered Konoka.
"Did you just say something, my dear Konoka?" asked the old man.
"Never mind, grandpa, never mind..."
To be continued in the next chapter.
This is my very first attempt at writing a fic so please R&R!