I wrote this based on 'The Eternal Scribe's fanfiction 'The difference between reality and fantasy' ch21
Sorry I just had a really terrible idea for when/if Bertrando's 'ghost' meets Tsuna and the gang and just had to write it;
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Tsuna's face shifted into a luminescent shade of red as he noticed the close proximity between himself and Haruka completely ignorant of the 'ghostly' figure standing just a ways behind them.
"Tsuna are you OK? It looks like you're getting a fever again." Haruka asked as he placed a hand against his companion's forehead.
"HIIIII!" Tsuna screamed his face reddening even further if it was possible. "H-Haruka!?" Haruka eyed him in concern feeling his flushed skin against the back of his hand burning hot.
"Maybe it's genetic?" sounded a low baritone voice with a slight Italian. "HIIIII!" Tsuna cried defining those around them including the tall stranger who winced at the sheer volume produced by the future boss's lungs.
Spinning around both teens faced the (insert description here) stranger.
"So you are the 10th boss of Giotto's little vigilante group." he replied neither impressed nor surprised. "...I kind of expected someone..."
"Taller?" Haruka suggested questioningly. "H-Haruka..." Tsuna protested meekly.
The stranger eyed Haruka emotionlessly for a moment eyeing Tsuna like he was boring into his soul. "...sure lets go with that. However I must say the resemblance is uncanny he almost certainly a decedent of Giotto, he even has his chronic temperature fluctuations" he replied uninterestedly.
"H-HIIIIIIIIIII!?" Tsuna gave out another loud shriek.
"The primo had the same condition?" Haruka said "is it serious?" eyeing Tsuna in concern.
Ignoring Tsuna for now the stranger turned to Haruka giving him the same scrutiny he gave Tsuna before him. "Couldn't find anything conclusive and whenever it was brought up it just made it worse" he casually stated unaware that he himself was often the course of said condition.
"Ah" said Haruka eyeing the stranger
**omake**
Somewhere ditto was banging his head against a wall with a slight flush against his face whilst contemplating the patheticness of his existence. Several of his guardians were sniggering off to one side silently pitying their boss for his inability to woo the individual that caused such a reaction.
Sorry about the spelling mistakes but I just had to write this down
Please continue writing
I love this story
