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Somewhere in Italy, near one of the busier parts, was a place seldom visited but known to the average civilian, a ways into the leafy greens of the nature bordering the nearest town. It wasn't particularly beautiful there, nor was there some amazing, spectacular thing that drew the people's interest. No, it was known as the site of large, very large and undeniably gloomy-looking manor that was often referred to as the Otaria Manor.
To the average civilian, the Otaria Manor was home to the Head of the Otaria Corporation, a small and yet still unknown company flourishing in the manufacturing industry through their mass productions of children's toys. They were recognizable by their symbol- the dark shadow of a playful sea lion swimming loops in front of their emblem, washed over in pale blue.
Yet unknown to the average civilian, the Otaria Mansion was also the home and headquarters to comparatively small number of Mafioso and hired staff working under the Otaria Famiglia, a small mafia group founded decades and decades ago by the first Otaria Head, who, believe it or not, used to be a zookeeper. Currently, it was led by his only daughter, a woman in her mid-twenties who took after her mother's surname.
Harukawa Fuyane. Not much was known about her or the Otaria Famiglia that she led. If perchance, their names were ever mentioned in the underground, only a select few would nod their heads whilst the majority will look up with disguised confusion as they imagine the graceful sea creature that the family was named for.
Grace. Beauty. Strength. Charisma. The Otaria Famiglia was named for these attributes of the great sea lion, the favored animal of the Otaria Primo's first wife. Traditionally, they've been small and unknown and they've stayed that way, slowly building up their resources and stocks of poison and drugs and wealth. The previous Head had always spoke strongly about pride and independence and intimidation and their need to flaunt what they have, but this was disagreed strongly by the Otaria Secondo who believed in alliances, and trusted more easily, preferring to stay low in the underground.
She was admired by the lower-ranked members - for her calm, open nature and the rumors of how she had wrangled the head position from her prideful father, how she fought against her half-brothers and won by a hair. They say that at her best, she was just as beautiful and as commandingly charismatic as the great animal her Famiglia was named for.
Her acquaintances question this.
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Fearing Paperwork
Chapter One: The Otaria Famiglia
It was early evening that a grown woman found herself cowering and hunched under the small, dank space, long fingers crossed so tightly that they paled in the shadows. Creased was her white button-down shirt, her tie mangled. Her dark, loose hair fell over her shoulder in a small messy braid that was coming undone at the tips.
"Second."
The lights switched on abruptly, its yellowness pooling across the carpet and reaching the tips of her cringing toes. The rustle of dark steps crept closer and she could just imagine the black, polished shoes and the pitch helm of fabric draping over the hints of solid white sock. It stopped abruptly and from his tone, she just knew that he had that contemptuous expression patched neatly across his porcelain features, the one that made him just a little more attractive than he already was.
"How pitiful."
She remained silent, hoping, wishing him to go away. I'm not here. I'm not here. She thought frantically, digging her painted fingers into the crown of her head amongst her mussed up black locks. She half-considered leaping out the convenient window, but she knew it'll fail miserably, like how the last hundred attempts failed in their own little miserable ways.
"I know you are here, Second. Come out." His smooth Japanese was like an echo in an nightmare and she squeezed her eyes shut. Oh god, she could already imagine that mountainous pile, one that piled up to the ceiling and flooded over the floor in a sea of white and inky debris. Last time was absolutely traumatizing, no kidding-
"Oh? Here we are." The footsteps stopped meticulously. Her breathing hitched. This was not happening. But one brave eye peeked open and to her distraught, there they were- the pair of perfect and polished shoes spaced evenly apart on her pristine caramel carpet. "Good evening, Second."
His voice was deep, smooth and deadly.
"I trust you've had a good time playing cat and mouse?"
Her breath hitched again. There was really no way she could escape now.
"Leave me alone, Saiichi." She began calmly, her façade intact as she stalked out from under the desk, as if she hadn't just been hiding under her own desk like some lowly coward. "I've been busy."
"Second-"
"And why must you insist on calling me Second?" She snapped around, her expression haughty and features scrunched up unnecessarily and dramatized. "The proper term's Secondo. Use it."
Saiichi chuckled. Fuyane-san would always be Second to him. The use of Secondo seemed far too formal, as if he was addressing her father instead of her, Fuyane-san.
"Don't chuckle at me."
"I do believe you have some paperwork to attend to?" Saiichi inquired loftily, hands in pockets, his dark fringe cut jagged in one eye as it always had been.
"No." The woman replied immediately, her head held high. "No. Not a chance. Get one of your lackeys to do it."
The man smiled- a real smile and scratched a cheek, slender fingers flipping efficiently through his files. "But they all require the signature of the Otaria Secondo. Are you not the Otaria Secondo?"
"I'm not doing it." The Otaria Secondo snapped, her face ablaze with undisguised horror. "Last time traumatized me enough thank you very much-"
"But there are details of an alliance in that pile-" Saiichi cut her off, his smile still in place as serene as ever.
"A pile? Pile?" The woman huffed. "Now isn't that an understatement…"
"-and I think it'll best if you look over it personally. It's with the Vongola- something that will be sure to boost our Family's meagre standing if the alliance is successful. "
"Vongola huh? Impressive, Saiichi." Fuyane sighed tiredly, motioning towards her right-hand man to sit. He didn't though. "If I'm not wrong, most of the major Families are already allied with them. Their Tenth boss is pretty charismatic from what I hear."
"Would you like a personal meeting with the Tenth Vongola Boss?"
"Very much. I would like to see what kind of a mafia boss he is." She chuckled abruptly, motioning for the second time for the younger man to sit down. He complied. "After all, the ladies do say he's quite a looker."
"Oh really?" Saiichi commented offhandedly, his uniquely-shaped pen out and twirling lithely about his fingers. "Then I shall arrange a meeting to a day available in your schedule."
"Thanks Saiichi." Fuyane stretched, plopping down onto a beige couch adjacent to his. "Chocolate?" She offered, her eyes curved as she smiled.
Her right-hand man only looked at the candy bar in disdain. "I'll pass."
"Well. Can't say I didn't offer." Fuyane muttered as she took a mouthwatering bite, eyelids fluttering closed in bliss.
Saiichi scrutinized his boss with critical, violet eyes, one of which was hidden behind his curtain of a fringe. "Second." He began in an almost grave manner. "I hope you realize that I didn't go to all this trouble of coaxing you out of your cowardly stupor just to persuade you to do your job as the second head of this Family."
The woman froze mid-bite, a shiver running up her spine at the dreaded implication of her paperwork. "You… didn't?" She questioned stupidly, turning around to stare at her right-hand. "So I really didn't have to face my paperwork?" She asked in realization, the awe dawning upon her features.
"I never said that." Her right-hand gave a wry smile as she hissed, twisting his posture ever so slightly as to prevent her escape if she ever decided to flee the room.
This didn't go unnoticed.
"Saiichi..." She warned warily, her cringing toes giving away her discomfort. "Okay. Spill it. What was your other motive of 'coaxing me out of my cowardly stupor'?" She quoted with her fingers.
"There was a report this morning." He replied immediately, flipping through the bundle of papers in his arms. "It seems that our resident kid genius has gotten into a bit of trouble."
Her head snapped around. "Clarif did? Again? What happened to the group I sent with him?"
"Two causalities. The rest scattered. The kid's disappeared. Missing."
There was a long contemplative pause as the mafia boss bit off another piece of chocolate.
"How long?"
"Two days."
"Two days." Fuyane deadpanned steely, her voice even and emotionless. "And that useless bunch never thought to notify me?"
"Not like you would have done much about it."
The boss clicked her tongue. "He'll always come crawling back- he's like a cockroach that one. Give it two weeks or so and then I'll start worrying."
Saiichi smirked, one violet eye glinting underneath his asymmetrical fringe. "So you do worry. Are you not the least worried he'll take this attempt to run away?"
"Nup." Fuyane dragged out the single syllable. "I like to think that we've grown on him after all these years."
"As he has grown on you." Her right-hand man added in his smooth tenor.
"No. Not a bit." She denied at once, shaking her head to and fro as if in disgust. "I still think he's a brat- and speaking of the brat, have you looked into his whereabouts?"
"I've sent out a team already. There have been no results."
"Really?" Fuyane lifted a thin eyebrow. "Yuni's gonna be devastated. She's really fond of that kid."
"And you're really fond of her." Saiichi noted again. "Careful there. Some enemy of yours may decide to target her."
"Impossible. I have no enemies." The Otaria Secondo bit off another chunk of chocolate, scoffing it down before chucking the wrapper at her right-hand man, who caught it single-handedly. "Bin this."
Saiichi narrowed his thin eyes at her. "Even if you have no enemies, I'm sure you realize that your father has made many enemies in the past- mafia famiglias that won't hesitate to bring the Otaria down, to smudge out this pitifully small Famiglia like the bug it is. Careful there, Second. They believe that the Otaria has weakened since you've taken over."
"So these are your true thoughts… huh?" Fuyane chuckled, amused.
"If you believe them to be."
"Then it's nice of you to stick around, Saiichi." The boss smiled childishly at her right-hand man, reaching over to flick his fringe for him.
"On to other matters," Saiichi flinched away, shuffling through his papers. "I'd like to inform you that you have a quite a long meeting next Tuesday, twelve noon sharp. Make sure to sleep well the day before."
"What are you? My secretary?" She deadpanned sarcastically, leaning back to recline over the arm of her sofa. "So, what is it about?"
Saiichi rearranged a few papers. "The Chiavarone. They would like to go over the terms of our treaty again. Apparently, we've offended it in some way."
"Will the Chiavarone Boss be there?" A hopeful tone.
"No."
Fuyane let out a small sigh. "How unfortunate. He really is quite charming…"
"Don't you come gushing to me again-"
"But not my type." The woman concluded with another hearty sigh, dramatized by her hands over her heart. "And again? Really Saiichi?" She asked with an amused tone. "I've only ever done it once and that was ages ago. Stop holding it against me already!"
Saiichi made a small non-committal noise.
"You…" The Mafia Boss threatened wryly, holding an unopened bar of chocolate like a pistol. "So what have we offended?"
"Apparently we've attacked a rather large proportion of their allies as well as some of their men in one of your escapades."
Fuyane looked scandalized. "My escapades? I barely get time out of this room and you accuse me?"
"The gaseous drug you've been developing- my guess is that the wind probably carried some of the remnants of the last test over."
"Basically, they were in the wrong place at the wrong time…" Fuyane nodded in agreement before scoffing. "Sissies, the lot of them. Can't even deal with a bit of paralysis- Saiichi tell our people to prepare a couple batches of the antidote."
"Will do." He inclined his head slightly, his long fringe dipping down his face.
"You're dismissed." She closed her eyes, putting her legs up onto the coffee table as her right-hand man proceeded to leave the room.
"Second."
"What is it?" She asked, muffling a yawn.
Something about his tone warned her of a growing smirk. "How many times have I told you?"
"Told me what?" She asked curiously, eyes still closed.
"That you trust too easily for a mafia boss. Along with strength and charisma, a qualified mafia boss should also develop a healthy dose of suspicion, even against their own followers."
Suddenly, there was a small click, one that sounded very strangely like her only window being locked from the inside out-
"No." Her eyes snapped open, dexterous fingers already at the twin rolls of tape at each of her wrists, encircling them like some bracelet. "Saiichi. Don't you dare-"
"Good luck with your paperwork, Second." A very genuine look of amusement crossed his pale, japanese features as he looked down upon her in his small height advantage. "There's at least a build-up of half a year's worth there." He threw a suave wave and with a positively evil grin, he strode out the room, neatly dodging the roll of tape that unfurled towards his back at a frightening speed.
The door slammed, followed by a very suspicious sounding click.
"No." Fuyane deadpanned futilely and one look at the boxes- a mountain of dull, brown cardboard boxes which definitely weren't there before- all no doubt holding the very essence of her hatred- in the corner of her office had her fleeing to the door and tugging fruitlessly at the silver polished door handle, all composure gracefulness as the Otaria Secondo lost in mere seconds.
"Saiichi you bastard!" She screeched with a feral snarl as she banged onto the door with manicured nails that were close to chipping, not wishing for the first time that she possessed storm-class flames instead. "You can't make me do the paperwork! I'm your boss damnit! You're supposed to obey me!"
Outside, in the comfort of an elaborate hallway, Saiichi finishes placing the last of the steel reinforcements onto his boss's door, ignoring how the door creaked and groaned under the stress it was experiencing from the other side. Blue flames leaked ominously from the gaps, licking harmlessly at the supplemented metal and he smirked under the knowledge that his boss's primary weapon was incapable of anything offensive. Her box-weapons were currently sent off to be modified.
Her muffled screeching continued. "Damnit Saiichi! You are so dead-"
"Pitiful little thing aren't you?" Saiichi smirked, throwing the keys to a passing servant. "Give her a week or so. Make sure her paperwork is done before her release."
"That time again?" The maid looked pityingly at the rattling door. "Poor boss. You would think she'd expected this after the last dozen of times."
"Poor boss indeed." Saiichi commented offhandedly before straightening up to head to the back to reinforce the windows before his boss could stop and think clearly to try alternative methods of escaping.
…
In the air-conditioned confines of the Vongola Mansion, a brunet in his mid-twenties sat hunched, musing over the stack of paperwork from two days ago, caused by none other than his very own Mist Guardian, Rokudo Mukuro.
"Tenth."
Sawada Tsunayoshi smiled up from behind his stack of paperwork, a pen held loosely in between his fingers. "What is it, Hayato?"
"The Otaria Secondo wants to arrange a personal meeting. About the alliance between Vongola and Otaria."
"The Otaria?" Tsuna frowned slightly. "Who are they again?"
"Some small no-name Famiglia that the Tenth doesn't need to worry about." Gokudera scoffed, plopping down onto a chair. "They're like a leech, that one- always sucking up to the stronger Families."
"What do they do?"
Gokudera peered down at his files before wrinkling his nose. "Drug trafficking and poison. They major in smuggling drugs across a quarter of the country as well as selling stocks of poison to other Mafia. They're also allied with quite a range of Families including the Carcassa, the Difo, the Beccio and even the Chiavarone."
"Even Dino-san?" Tsuna voiced out in interest. "Although, don't our… jobs clash a little?
"They have good morals apparently." The silver-haired man scoffed again. "At least that's what Chiavarone says."
"We'll see then." The Vongola Decimo concluded, looking despairingly his mountain of paperwork and the files in Gokudera's hands. "And please don't tell me something else was destroyed-"
Gokudera gave a rare, wry smile. "The town a few hundred kilometers over is requesting compensation for the accumulated damages of their buildings."
"I'm not even going to bother asking who…" Tsuna face-palmed slowly, metaphorical tears running down his face. "Just how much more paperwork do I need to address?"
"Don't worry Tenth. It's only a stack or so…"
Gokudera trailed off as his boss's head banged soundly onto the mahogany desk.
"You might as well just lock me up with mountain load of paperwork at this rate…" Tsuna grumbled inaudibly, his words muffled into the desk.
…
Miles away, a certain female mafia boss sneezed through her despair as she huddled far into the corner, away from her half years' worth of accumulated paperwork that littered the floor, the harmless blue flames gliding over them in their pitiful attempts to burn.
"Curse it. Someone's laughing at me."
Hello! Thanks for reading. This fanfiction will take place, not in the future arc, but the future as in after the representative battle arc. There probably will be pairings with the OC but the pairings are not concrete yet and therefore the pairing status will remain none for the time being.
Please continue onto the next chapter :)