DOA: This chapter really did not turn out how I expected.
Disclaimer: KHR is not mine; do I have to say this every chapter?
Chapter 2: Lunchtime Visit
The two mafia men watched silently at the figure sprawled on the carpet with drool seeping from his lips. Giotto chuckled at the sight while Reborn only sighed at how pathetic his student looked. It seems the boy had fainted before the two even reached the top of the stairs. Most likely traumatized due to the sudden events occurring around him. But it was like this too for the first few weeks when the arcobaleno first moved in, just an endless amount of fainting and falling. Only after harsh and brutal amounts of inhumane training was the acrobaleno able to limit the annoying habit. Tsuna still does faint now and then, but not as often as before.
Giotto turned to the infant beside him. "Maybe we should hold off the training until tomorrow."
Reborn replied with nothing and strolled to his pupil's side. The hitman lifted up his leg and swung it against the weakling's head. The impact rolled Tsuna over for about a meter, but the body remained unmoving and limp. The attacker sighed after his confirmation that the brunette was indeed not faking it. "Looks like we have no choice." He muttered something that sounded a lot like dame-Tsuna.
Giotto observed the hitman gazing at the helpless boy with killing intent and smiled. "You seem to have quite the bond between you two." He said in a harmless tone.
Reborn raised an eyebrow as if the other man was joking. Giotto smiled innocently and chuckled fondly but really, he was laughing out loud on the inside. The prideful infant would never admit to actually caring for his student, especially one such as useless and weak as Tsuna. An actual confession would mean a direct hit to the smaller one's ego, and he wasn't about to risk something as valuable as that. The pupil would also never admit anything either but because out of sheer fear and his own lack of bravery. Giotto stifled a laugh. He didn't know why he found the 'normal' relationship between a home tutor and student so hilarious. Perhaps it was just simply entertaining to watch two complete opposites become so close without even realizing it themselves. They were quite the interesting duo, Giotto admitted, they've come quite far together according to the Ninth. And yet he couldn't help but feel a little jealous.
Reborn left via window and as usual without saying anything. Thanks to the first's hyper intuition, Giotto knew the baby wouldn't be back for a while. It was hard to believe someone so distant and closed up as Reborn held a sun attribute. At first glance, you wouldn't even begin to think the baby was the arcobaleno sun guardian. He just seemed so different from the one Giotto used to know.
The blonde suddenly remembered the young boy who was still on the floor after nearly tripping over the sleeping body. He turned his focus back onto his young descendant. Giotto scooped up the brunette in one fell swoop and rested the little one snuggly on the bed. He took the covers in one hand, shook the cloth a bit ridding the dust, and placed it over the sleeping figure. He smiled with ease.
Maybe tomorrow would be a better day.
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Daylight broke through and the morning sun found its way into the room between the cracks of the blinds. Stray beams of light scattered across the walls and floors and on one particular sleeping boy. Tsuna made a face as a ray of light beamed directly onto his eyelids. His vision was now colored with red making it difficult for one to rest peacefully. He hated mornings, he always did. One obvious reason was waking up from a restful slumber to go to a school where he would receive his below fifty test and successfully goof up in gym like always. He wondered why he even bothered.
But even though you considered all those horrible things, there was one reason that left all the others in the dust and topped the list of 'why mornings are considered hell'.
"Oi, dame-Tsuna, it's time for school."
He felt a sharp dull pain strike so quickly through his neck he didn't even have the time to scream. He went flying and his forehead hit the wall solid on the other side of the room. He wailed out in unbelievable pain.
Yup, he was that reason.
The world's greatest hitman and currently the home tutor of the next Vongola Tenth.
Reborn.
Tsuna quickly recovered and used his bit of energy to yell at the hitman. "Reborn, that could have killed me!" He screamed as though it was a first time thing.
Reborn crossed his tiny arms. "Baka, I purposely hit a nerve so it wouldn't kill you but would still cause you crucial pain." He stated his upmost generosity to his ungrateful student.
Tsuna wanted to yell back, but couldn't find the energy or strength to argue with the madman right now. Honestly, there was no need to go as far as kicking the back of his neck for a simple wake-up call. That's what his alarm clock was for. In fact, why did he even have an alarm clock anymore?
After the typical morning ritual of dressing, washing, and brushing, Tsuna was ready for school and roaring to go. As he descended down the stairs, the young teen could recall having the strangest dream as he slept. It was probably the most realistic and lifelike one yet, it was almost as if it actually happened. And what's more, he didn't even remember going to bed last night. Huh, that's strange. But he soon brushed the thought off and skipped over to the kitchen where his kaa-san would have breakfast prepared.
Tsuna happily hummed a small tune. It was finally going to be a nice peaceful breakfast in this household, for the freeloaders mooching off of them were gone off to Italy for some mafia related thing. Except Reborn, but still, no longer will Tsuna have to fight for his food. No longer will the dining table transform into a bloody battle field.
And no longer would he have to face a surprise guest.
Then Tsuna snorted and shook his head at an unbelievable thought crossing his mind. What if the dream last night wasn't a dream but actual events that had occurred the other day? That the Vongola Primo actually did come back to life and decided to invade the sanctuary of his home. And the moment the brunette stepped into the kitchen, just like yesterday, he would see-
"Good morning, Tsunayoshi."
-Giotto sitting at the table with a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him while idly sipping at his morning coffee.
"……."
Nana noticed her son when she turned her back on the counter holding a fresh pot of coffee. She spoke while refilling the new houseguest's beverage. "Tsu-kun, you're up early today! Sit down with Giotto-kun here and I'll make you-"
When his mother reached for the eggs in the carton, a scream was emitted followed by rapid footsteps and the slamming of the front door. Nana stood dumbfounded and blinked at the doorway in which her son was previously standing in. Reborn tsk tsked at the son's ill-mannered behavior towards his mother. Giotto paid no heed to anything around him distracted by the fact the French roast in his mug was absolutely fabulous!
Nana pouted at her son's sudden leave. "Why is Tsu-kun in such a hurry today?" She spotted a neatly wrapped up bento out of the corner of her eye. "Oh! Tsu-kun forgot to take his lunch with him!" She exclaimed with worry. The boy had already left without any breakfast; it would be terrible if he went through the whole day without a single bite to eat. She could deliver it to him, but she had a ton of work and errands to be done, not to mention Tsuna always seemed to hate it when she visited him at school.
The housewife busy being wracked with concern for her son didn't notice the bento being lifted up by a firm, masculine hand. Giotto turned to her reassuringly. "Don't worry Mrs. Sawada; I'll personally hand deliver this box to Tsunayoshi." He sweetly offered to the young woman and she accepted gratefully. Nana smiled in relief and thanked the kind man greatly who clearly had no ulterior motive behind the generous offer. If Tsuna didn't like his mom coming to give his lunch, then surely he wouldn't mind a complete stranger delivering it. This author just can't seem to understand the woman's logic.
Giotto hid an eager smile. He wondered what kind of school the next Vongola Tenth attended, perhaps a high class prestigious prep school, or maybe a military reform school just like easily aggravated Ricardo did. Though he really doubted Tsuna attended the latter. Poor Ricardo, he just wasn't the same after that.
But the school stature wasn't the thing that mattered. What mattered was the face on Tsunayoshi when he sees Giotto unexpectedly shows up at his class in the middle of the day.
Yup, he was going to be thrilled.
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The sounds of dame-Tsuna's stomach grumbles could be heard from all corners of Namimori middle. It started out with an embarrassing and loud growl during class mid-way through the teacher's important lecture. This was followed up by a scatter of snorts and giggles from his fellow classmates, but was soon quieted down by loyal Gokudera, who stirred up even more unwanted attention for his boss. Of course, his sensei blamed Tsuna for 'disrupting a working environment' and sternly told the boy he expected no more interruptions from him or his stomach. Tsuna blushed in embarrassment and nodded with his head down. But the second growl came around and this time was way louder than the first. Another round of giggles and laughs rose up until the classroom door slammed open revealing a very pissed off looking prefect. Yes, Tsuna's stomach was so loud, even Hibari who was napping on the school roof heard its cries.
Is that even possible??! Was what Tsuna was thinking at the time.
The skylark stated, and rather forcefully, and when I mean forcefully I mean pulled out a tonfa and hit the nearest thing beside him which happened to be Gokudera. Who is now resting peacefully in the infirmary, with wounds untreated due to Shamal's policy. Anyways, the skylark stated forcefully to the cause of the disturbance to quiet down that internal organ of his before he took the task upon himself. Tsuna was curoius to ask Hibari how he would quiet down his stomach's rumbles but one look at the raised tonfa answered all questions.
But that was in the past, now it's lunchtime at Nami middle, and Tsuna has no lunch.
The hungry student laid face down on his desk trying to tune out his stomach's pleas. He thought of all his possible options. Gokudera would have eagerly offered the tenth his lunch box, but due to unfortunate circumstances, he is currently unavailable. Yamamoto could have given Tsuna some of his deluxe sushi, but the baseball player was off at another school playing a game for the whole day. He must have been getting light-headed for he even considered asking Hibari if he could spare a scrap of food for a desperate boy. But Tsuna liked living, so here he is, at his desk, listening to his stomach eat itself.
Then he noticed a crowd gathered right outside his class entrance. Maybe they were giving out free food? Hopefully fried fish cakes, he could really go for one right now. His hopes were immediately demolished after the sound of one familiar velvety voice.
"Is Sawada Tsunayoshi here?"
Giotto pushed his way through the crowd and into the room spotting a weak looking Tsuna right away. He smiled at the boy staring at the blonde with eyes as big as saucers and lifted up a lunch wrapped up in nice pink cloth. Tsuna was horrified at the sight but at the same time overjoyed a savior arrived with food in hand.
A murmer of whispers arose from the males and squeals were heard from all the females, though all were extremely suspicious. Theories and rumors were being tossed back and forth among the students on the connection between the radiant new arrival and no-good Tsuna. Many suspected father, brother, or long distant relative. There was even a random outburst saying. "Oh my god, it's an older hotter version of Tsuna!" Followed by a high-pitched squeal of delight.
Tsuna glared at an empty space of air, for he had heard the little comment but did not know who it hailed from.
In the midst of all his glaring, Giotto dragged the empty seat in front of his desk, positioned it directly in front of Tsuna, and sat right down. The Primo untied the cloth, opened the lid of the box, and took out a pair of chopsticks. All the while completely ignoring the stares of Tsuna and his classmates and the fact he's not allowed on school grounds without permission. He began eating the cutely made bento in front of him.
Tsuna stared hungrily and in confusion at the impossible man. His ancestor was eating his homemade lunch right in front of him, his lunch, directly in front of him. Drool dribbled down the hungry boy's bottom lip. Is this why the Vongola Primo came to his school, to mock the poor boy without a lunch?
After swallowing down a bit of rice, Giotto smiled in satisfaction. He then scooped up some more rice and held it out under the other's nose. He grinned at him. "Tsuna, say aaaah."
The entire classroom stood silent, including Tsuna, especially Tsuna.
The young Decimo stared speechlessly at the food offered to him. His eye twitched. Was Giotto just feeding him in public? Tsuna made no motion to move and the older looked at him with head tilted in confusion.
"Tsuna, what's wrong? You've got to be pretty hungry since you skipped out on breakfast." Giotto said with chopsticks still hovering above Tsuna's lips expectantly.
That was because of you! He wanted to shout, but decided it was wiser to not.
Tsuna, feeling very indecisive at the moment, didn't know whether to throw out the Vongola on his ass or stay and be fed by him. After a loud reminder from his tummy, he chose the latter of the two. Besides, it's not like dame-Tsuna had the strength to throw anyone out on their ass.
The brunette slowly and steadily opened his mouth and gulped in the rice. Giotto smiled triumphantly in his achievement and picked up some more. Tsuna flushed in embarrassment trying to drown out the never ending stares and sounds of hushed whispers. What was everyone going to think of him now? Tsuna, the guy who brings grown men to school and has them feed him his meals? What would Kyoko think of him??? He swiveled his head around searching for his crush, when he spotted her, she was looking directly at him with a cute smile. She giggled and gave him a thumbs up.
A thumbs up? What did that mean?
Tsuna could only give a meek smile back before turning to face a smiling Giotto once again.
"Tsuna, open wide." His ancestor held up a piece of teriyaki chicken this time.
Tsuna wondered if the founder of Vongola was doing this on purpose or not and whether if this situation could possibly get worse.
"Here comes the choo choo train." Giotto playfully teased.
Kill me, kill me now. The young boy who faced death everyday never wished to be shot and buried more in his entire life than at this moment. Where was Reborn when you needed him? So, the small one had no choice but to resolve this situation out by himself.
Tsuna leaned in closer to the Vongola Primo and said to him in a hushed tone. "Ano…um…Giotto-san?"
"Yes, Tsunayoshi?" Giotto blankly responded eating the chicken for himself.
Tsuna desperately tried to think of a way to put 'get the hell out of here' into nice, sincere words. He came up with this. "Um…well, do you think you could go home now? You're….kind of attracting attention."
Giotto blinked and finally took a look around him, taking in the sight of gawking eyes and questioning faces. A few girls went red when he glanced over at them. The Primo simply stated. "Ah, so it would seem."
Tsuna stared at him intently, hoping the man would stop bothering him and go home, preferably not his home.
The taller of the two seemed to finally understand the boy's discomfort to his presence and stood up to leave, much to the female population's dismay. Tsuna let out a sigh in relief and looked up to his ancestor with eyes full of gratitude. Giotto then looked over to the face of the one across from him. He made a weird expression like he noticed something strange about the young boy. He leaned over the table thoroughly invading the other's personal space. Tsuna made a questioning face at the man.
"Giotto-san, what's wron-"He was cut off by the sensation of Giotto's tongue gracefully licking the corner of his mouth. He froze.
The older one stood back upright and pointed to the boy frozen on spot. "There was a piece of rice stuck to your mouth." He stated licking his lips.
Giotto patted Tsuna's mop of auburn hair and smiled that deceitful, coy smile of his. "It was a pleasure seeing you, little one." And without even a second glance back, he briefly exited the room.
Tsuna touched the moist spot on his face, and due to his slow reaction, let out a shrieking cry after Giotto had left.
"Hiiiii!!!!" He grew a bright blush before being bombarded by his nosy classmates.
"Nee, nee, Tsuna? Who was that handsome man?"
"Are you two in a relationship?"
"What's it like having sex with such a hot guy?"
"Can I have your lunch?"
Tsuna slid down deeper into his seat attempting to hide from all the chaos his stupid houseguest made. He sobbed as giant waterfalls of tears ran down his face. He was sexually harassed by his ancestor, his classmates thought he was gay, and some jerk took his lunch without asking.
Oh, why, why did his life have to turn out this way?
"Do you use lube?"
"GAAH!"
DOA: I'm thinking of actually putting a plot into this story, what do you think?