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A/N: Now, on to the story~!
Chapter 1
When The Storm Meets His Rebelious Son
"Why do you have to fucking go with me?!" He yelled in frustration at the Yamamoto as the both of them walked side by side together. The silver-haired bomber was holding a plastic bag with unknown contents while the other person was holding Sushis made by his dad as gift for his sudden visit at the Sawadas.
"It's fine, isn't it?" Yamamoto grinned at him, "We're going in the same way anywa-"
"NO IT'S NOT!" He growled.
"Maa maa..."
"Hmph!" At this point, he was already thinking of numerous ways to murder that idiotic baseball-freak. Seriously, why is it that of all days, he just have to go visit his precious Jyuudaime now? And at the same time as him?! God, that baseball-freak is going to be the end of him!
"Anyway, Gokudera, what's that you're carrying?" He was snapped out of his thoughts as Yamamoto questioned him, immediately sending a glare at him.
"You don't have to know! It's for Jyuudaime only!"
Yamamoto blinked at him, "I was only asking. No need to be so riled up about it."
That was the last draw. That idiot is going to die now.
Before the bomber could try to bomb him into oblivion once again, he pointed at the Sawada household behind them, seeing as they're already at their destination. It was a clever distraction as Gokudera ranged the doorbell eagerly, looking like a kid excited for his Christmas present, while sending a glare every now and then at the oblivious rain as they waited.
They waited and waited... and waited... and waited...
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This is taking too long.
"Nobody's answering..." Yamomoto looked worried. He had a feeling that something was about to happen so he decided to visit Tsuna. He swear that meeting Gokudera along the way was pure coincidence. Really. "Try ringing the doorbell again." He suggested.
"Already at it, baseball-freak."
Ding... Dong...
At last, the door, which they were trying to bore a permament hole in (that poor door), finally opened. They immediately greeted the person who opened the door, feeling relieved that something horrible didn't happen at the Sawada household.
"Good afternoon, Nana-sama!"
"Yo!"
Only it wasn't who they thought it was.
"..." It was, instead, a red-haired Italian kid. With an octopus-styled hair. Who looked exactly like a certain bomber if it weren't for the different styled bangs.
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"Eh...?"
Nana, Fuuta, and the two plus one kids were all crowding around Tsuna's bed as the brunette himself rested. Guess all that happened today was way too much for him.
Seriously, he could handle a 'possess-your-body' obsessed pineapple, a man full of scars with a murderous streak, and a marshmallow loving maniac hell bent on destroying the world... but not his 7 year old ancestor who is so fucking cute, he's actually a lot better than the three aforementioned.
God, what is wrong with him?
"Are you okay now, Tsu-kun?" Nana asked Tsuna worriedly as he removed his arm away from eyes, only to shriek and back away from Giotto's close face.
"Ah...! Mi-! Mi dispiace...!" ("Ah...! I'm-! I'm sorry...!") The boy sadly looked down and started to uncomfortably back away from the brunette's bed. "V-Volevo solo sapere se stai bene... Papa..." ("I only wanted to know if you're okay... Papa...") He looked so dejected (and cute) that Tsuna suddenly felt guilty.
Giotto was really worried as fuck. He had actually never felt that before to someone else except for his childhood friend G whenever he got into trouble. And that rarely happens now that they both know who not to mess with.
But anyway, he's really worried. He had been recently reunited with his Papa, only to have the brunette faint on him a little while later. He wouldn't wake up no matter how much the blonde shook him. So imagine his relief when he finally woke up.
But it looks like Tsuna didn't know how worried Giotto is. The brunette shrieked when he saw his face. He was telling himself that it was just because he had startled him and not because his Papa hated him.
Yeah. That must be it. There's no way, right?
But he still can't help but tear up when the thought crossed his mind.
"No! It's alright!" His eyes widened at his Papa's voice and he looked up to see him scratching the back of his head in embarrassment, "I just a bit startled, that's all." Tsuna sat up and placed his hand on top of the blonde's unruly hair and started ruffling it, smiling at him gently. 'Is that how I look like when I'm smiling...?'
"That's right." He jumped as he heard the lazy voice of the older Italian boy whom he found out was named Lambo. He looked in his direction (at the foot of Tsuna's bed) and saw him looking away from him. "So... don't make that face anymore. You look stupid."
It was meant to sound harsh but Giotto knew better. He's just like G. Always saying harsh things but he knew he mean no harm.
"Sore wa osoi chΕ«shoku o suru jikan ni tsuitedesu." ("It's about time to make a late lunch.") Nana (whom Giotto had started calling Maman seeing as she dislike being called 'Granny') stood up and turned to the guy who had light brown hair (Fuuta) and the older chinese girl (I-Pin). "I-pin-chan to Fuuta-kun wa watashi o tasukeru koto ga dekimasu ka?" ("Can I-Pin-chan and Fuuta-kun help me?")
The two nodded and left but that was after they flashed the blonde a smile.
Giotto can feel butterflies in his stomach. And he seem oddly happy, too.
'Is this what it feels like to have a family?'
It was later that they got a guest that the Sawada household didn't expect. AT ALL.
They were all eating lunch ("This is amazing, Maman!") when the still broken bazooka jumped out from the depths of Lambo's hair and started dancing. It was followed by the all too familiar 'POOF!' And pink smoke.
Tsuna almost spat out what he was eating when he saw who it was while Giotto rose in his seat in surprise.
"G!"
The said red-haired turned around and, when he confirmed who it was, had tackled the blonde in a really painful hug. He was looking at him with a really angry expression.
"You idiot! Where the hell did you go?!" Giotto looked at G in confusion before he remembered that they were together before he got transported to... wherever this place is.
"I-I'm sorry..." he meekly apologised. "B-But...! I found Papa, though!" He quickly said when the look that the red-head was giving him darkened.
G's eyes widened, "Your bastard of a father...?"
The others were watching this exchange go on in confusion, except for those who knew the language, and had decided that they shouldn't bother the two kids. It looks pretty serious.
The red-head who came out of nowhere had tackled the blonde so ferociously, they immediately knew that he missed Giotto so much. And from the way their exchange had become serious, they thought that, yes, they shouldn't bother the two.
They all exchaned looks before Nana, Fuuta, and I-Pin left the room quietly. Lambo was close behind and was just about to pass Tsuna when the brunette yanked him back to his side. He gave him a look and a smile that said, 'Leave and you DIE.'
Needless to say, the Lightning Guardian stood still as a statue.
"But I thought he already left you?!" G hissed at his bestfriend.
Giotto, unfazed by the harshness of his tone, smiled at him. It was the same fucking smile that can make even the manliest of men turn gay.
G became embarrassed that when the doorbell rang, he quickly went to answer it even though it's not his house. Just to escape that freaking cute smile. God, it's so scary! And to think that Giotto does that unconciously, too!
When he opened the door, however, made him wish that he just obediently stayed where he previously was. Because the one who was standing there was a guy who has the same looks as him except for the skin and hair color.
"Eh?"
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"What the fuck?!"
It was then that he slammed the door shut at the two's faces. He also barricaded the door with himself as bangs and threats of explosions were heard from the other side.
Giotto quickly came out of the room he was previously in with his 'Papa' and the older kid with the cow-printed shirt.
"G, who was that?" The blonde asked as he looked at the rattling door, Tsuna and Lambo doing the same thing with a sweatdrop. They obviously know the two who is at the other side of the door but they made no move to interfere.
("I'm sorry, Gokudera-kun, Yamamoto. But I still want to have a normal day just this one rare time." "There's no way I'm letting that octopus head in here. NOPE.")
"No one!"
BANG! BANG! BANG!
"LET US IN!"
Giotto's eyebrow twitched. It was obviously not a 'no one'. "Open the door." He ordered.
G looked at him with widened eyes. "What?! No way!"
"Open the door!"
"No!"
"OPEN THE DOOR, G!"
"FINE!"
And G slammed open the door to reveal the silver-head bomber that looked like him.
Yamamoto, Gokudera, and Giotto gaped at each other.
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"God, the tension, the nervousness."
"Calm down, baka-Tsuna. The most they could do is say 'Why am I not the Godfather?! -blah blah blah." Lambo looked at him boredly.
Tsuna half-heartedly glared at him, "They won't say that."
Just as he said that, Gokudera robotically turned to look at him with a very hurt look. "Jyuudaime... why didn't you tell me first...?"
"Yeah, Tsuna." Yamamoto mirrored Gokudera's hurt expression.
Tsuna blinked at them in confusion, "Eh?"
"I thought I was your right hand man!"
"I want to meet Tsuna's wife now."
It was then that he understood what they meant.
"He's not my son!" The brunette really wanted to rip his hair out. Why does everyone keep saying that Giotto is his son?! Just because they looked alike doesn't mean that they're father and son! He hasn't even acknowledge the blonde as his son, yet! What the heck?!
"You know what?" He sighed and started climbing the stairs, "Screw this. I'm going to sleep." He also picked up a bewildered Giotto on the way.
"But Jyuudaime! It's only 5 pm!"
"I'm going to sleep!" He ran to the safety of his room. A few seconds later, they heard a muffled 'Take care of G, Gokudera-kun! He's your son.'
Yamamoto and Gokudera looked at each other for a few moments before they stared at G.
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Gokudera clenched his fists, 'If that's what Jyuudaime wants...'
The silver-head pointed to G with a look that says he definitely didn't want to do this. "Hey, brat! You're coming with me!"
"Gokudera?" The black-haired guy said in surprise.
G eyes widened at the sudden change of language and outburst before he glared at him. "You're not the boss of me!"
A tick mark appeared, "I am now!"
G's eye twitched before he said without thinking, "Just because you came back, you good-for-nothing old man, doesn't mean that I'll bow down to you and welcome you back!"
Gokudera's face contorted in confusion. "What the hell are you saying?"
"You're my father, aren't you?!"
"No, I'm not!"
"Liar!"
The other guy who was staying out of their quarrel came in between them, "Calm down, you two!"
"STAY OUT OF THIS!"
Meanwhile, Tsuna was laying on his bed with a fucking migraine with Giotto taking his time looking around his room. The quarrel between the Storm Guardians downstairs was giving him a huge headache.
Tsuna sighed before he looked outside his window at the darkening sky, thinking that this disaster is not yet the end of everything.
Me: And we are done! I hope everyone's not OOC or anything. π
Natsumi: I highly doubt that. π
Me: Why are you always so negative? π
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