After her quick and rather unofficial inauguration into the Vongola family, Haya called her father.
"I've been accepted into the Vongola Family," she'd announced in lieu of a greeting. "As such, by your own rules, I'm now officially seen as an adult and am capable of handling my own trust fund." The unsaid "and life" at the end of that sentence clearly rang out between the two.
"Very well," her father replied, his voice cold. "Talk with Antonio about your fund. He'll allow your access."
The phone line went dead. Her father hung up on her. Haya's eyes closed tightly as she squeezed her phone as hard as she could.
"He really doesn't care about me," she whispered to herself, feeling the sting of her father's ice deep within her heart. "I make something of myself, I manage to get myself recognized by the great Vongola Family, and he doesn't say anything except 'talk to Antonio.'"
She took a moment to try to control herself, taking deep breaths and struggling against her heart to find the happiness she'd just been given by Tsuna and Reborn. Once feeling a little more stable and a little less likely to burst out some sort of upset explosion, Haya dialed her Uncle Toni's number.
"Antonio speaking."
His gruff voice made Haya feel a little bit relieved. She'd always adored Antonio, who always got annoyed when she called him Uncle Toni when she was younger. He was the father that her father refused to be.
"It's Haya," she said in a tone more strong than she felt, "I've been given permission to access my trust fund."
"Oh, so little Haya ain't so little no more," Antonio said in such a way that Haya could practically feel his smile.
"I'm a Vongola now, Uncle Toni," Haya said, pride clear in her voice, "I'm going to be the Tenth's right hand man, just like you are to Father, if he's accepted as the next Head. And he will be, if I have anything to do with it."
"'Atta girl," Antonio grinned, "Keep them dreams high. If anyone can be the next Right Hand to the Vongola, it'll be you."
And so for a little while, Haya chatted with Antonio. He updated her with a few freelance jobs if she was willing to take them (there was, at least, one hit that she absolutely knew that she needed to get in on) to help cushion her already sizable trust fund, let her know a bit of the house gossip (Bianchi had disappeared off somewhere again. No one was sure if it was a hit or if she was just traveling), and then got down to business. She got all she needed to know (and more, since money was something Antonio was good with) about her account and money situation. He made her promise to be good (or as good as she could be, considering she was a hit man), to not squander her savings like an idiot, and bade her farewell for possibly the last time.
When she hung up, Haya was grinning like an idiot while fighting the urge to cry. Antonio gave her his blessing and he tried to take care of her as best as he could with the whole money thing. Their goodbye was a lot more fulfilling than the one shared between herself and her own father.
Author Notes:
Okay, so yeah, here's my take on a little bit of Haya's private life. Feel free to leave a review and tell me what you think, or if you think I could have handled something a little better. So yeah, just let me know.