Title: My mom is my LITTLE SISTER?!
AN: this is basically a crack fic…don't read it.
Breakfast
Tsuna sat in a daze as he watched the brunette move swiftly around the kitchen. He tried to chew the toast she had happily placed in front of him, only to feel his teeth protesting as they scrapped against the charcoal. His eyes stared, transfixed, as the girl, because she most defiantly was a middle school girl, proceeded to burn through another pot. He winced as the smoke detector gave a shrill cry of protest.
"Nana?" He cringed inwardly as he said his mother's name.
"Yes? Onii-chan?" Nana's large doe eyes turned to him, her long brunette hair swishing against her petite back.
"The pot is on fire." He applauded himself, inside his mind of course, on the fact that he could keep a straight face. Nana turned a baffled eye to the burning pot.
"I wonder why it always does that." She gave a small hmm, her chin resting delicately against the palm of her hand. Tsuna couldn't take it anymore. He got up, removed the pot from the burner, covered it, turned off the burner and disarmed the smoke detector.
"Nana?" Tsuna couldn't look at her, instead he turned his eyes to look through the kitchen window, watching the sun slowly rise, "What were you trying to make?"
Nana beamed at him, "An omurice!" He could almost feel her beam of pure joy radiating onto his back…he felt slight hysteria bubble up before he clamped it down.
Tsuna turned around, his back leaning against the kitchen counter as he surveyed the damage his…little sister, Tsuna tried not to panic at that word, had caused. A box of eggs, a carton of milk, various fruits and vegetables littered the sink some of them tossed haphazardly in the kitchen trash can, the various measuring cups and spoons lay on the kitchen floor and several pots and pans had been burned through. He warily looked at the substance inside the rice cooker, his eye twitching slightly as the bubbling purple sludge seem to reach for him.
Suddenly the grandfather clock chimed the seventh hour, catching both children's attention.
"Oh!" Nana gave a small cry of dismay, "Is it that time already? We should leave soon; we don't want to be late! I heard that the new Public Morals Chairman is quite strict about rules!"
He gave a small smile, happy to get away from the slight destruction known as the kitchen, and thought 'I am defiantly going to get some food from the convenience store.'
"Shall we go?" He asked as he pulled on my Namimori High blazer, the beige material was well worn in places.
'I would have to see to replacing it, if Reborn -' He had to stop that thought. Reborn wasn't going to be here, 'None of my friends are here. I am alone.' The feeling of desolation started to slowly inch its way into his heart, strangling him.
"Onii-chan?" Nana's large eyes peered up at him, her concern showing through. Tsuna gave a soft smile and patted her head.
"I'm fine Nana, my memories aren't all back yet," he lied, giving her head a slight ruffle.
"Mouh!" Nana pouted, very cutely if you asked him, and started to pat down her hair, "If it's you onii-chan I know that you will be fine! After all you're the Student Council President! You get great grades and you are really, really, kind!"
He felt his smile sicken a little at this new information, "If you say so."
"I do!" Nana beamed at him, before she grabbed his hand and pulled him to the door. He pushed up his falling glasses, and gave a small sigh. They grabbed out school bags from the stairway, which had been placed there for easy access, and pulled on their shoes. Nana pushed open the door.
"Ittekimasu!" They both said. Nana laughed happily as her beloved onii-chan locked the door. She clung to Tsuna's arm as they proceeded to school.
'Kami-sama, if you actually exist, please watch over me.' Tsuna couldn't help praying as the morning sun shown happily on a Namimori that was more than 30 years in his past.