The Hood Internet = Grandpa Dancing
you should check out their songs.

So I actually wrote this one before I got the first chapter done. But I wanted to release chapter one first obviously, so yeah. I like a lot of stuff in this chapter.

But just FYI, I'm not writing this in any specific order... so don't be alarmed when I skip from pre-KHR times to TYL lol.

I probably should have mentioned this in the first chapter. (shoulder shrug) Oh well.

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word count: 2,031

[I do not own any KHR characters]
I claim ownership of all concept presented in this series.

Please give props to Sora Yuuki Uchilen for her lovely beta skills.

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.Captain.

Today we are looking at a later time in the Life of Ryohei Sasagawa. In his present life, the moment hasn't happened. But it is a moment that will happen, and the events will play all the same.

Ryohei is walking. Down the bustling streets of Namimori's business district is where he's walking. He isn't walking extremely fast, but he isn't walking extremely slow either. This normally hyper man that lives to the limit is feeling extremely mixed today. Today is the day.

Verde has given the Tenth Vongola their special box weapons.

Ryohei will meet his box weapon today.

He is extremely nervous.

He is extremely excited.

Ryohei is extreme.

Personified.

So Ryohei walks. He ambles through the shoppers, hoppers, coppers, and runway stoppers. He stops for the runway stoppers. Ryohei may be the ultimate extreme, but he is also a man to the extreme. There is nothing like a beautiful woman in an extremely sexy dress. Teeth bite his lip, then a tongue swiftly licks, and the gander ends with a satisfied snort. I'd date her to the extreme, thinks the boxer. Then maybe show her something extreme…

Cockiness is a trait the boxer wears.

It fits him well.

You would think that our extreme Sasagawa would instantly head towards the Vongola base in an ultimate rush to meet this box animal that would be perfect for him, but it is on the contrary. The man, by the name of Ryohei Sasagawa, is searching. Let me tell the audience that this type of search has never been done by Ryohei before. He is in for something intense.

What is Ryohei searching for?

A gift.

He doesn't want to meet this box weapon that is supposed to be extremely perfect for him, and meet him empty handed. I would be an asshole if I did that, thinks the searching boxer. So then man searches. He searches in his mind for the perfect gift just as he searches the shops through their windows. His eyes pry, from his mouth a sigh, and his ambition? Die.

He can't do it.

He doesn't even know who the guy is.

Ryohei furrows his brows to the ringing cell phone but quickly answers. It is Hayato Gokudera. Ryohei half listens to the calmly annoyed Storm Guardian on the other line as he tells the boxer to 'hurry the hell up.' Apparently Sawada doesn't want them to see their box animals until everyone is present. Feeling the guilt of keeping everyone waiting and feeling the loss of his search ambition, he caves.

The man drearily promenades to the base.

Down the misted steps, through the locked gates, and inside the protected base walks our favorite boxer. Whilst keeping his usual fierce silver eyes, his disposition remains solemn. He is totally unexcited anymore. But Sasagawa walks into a room of walls that are echoing the familiar sounds of familiar voices. They are louder than the clicks of his dress shoes. They are also louder than the swishes of his dress pants. The rest of his signature suit is soundless.

To his immediate entrance of the large training facility in the underground base is the sight of five familiar faces. Lambo Bovino, Takeshi Yamamoto, Chrome Dokuro, Hayato Gokudera, and Kyoya Hibari are all standing around idly, awaiting Ryohei Sasagawa's arrival. While Yamamoto immediately approaches the Sun Guardian, flashing his sempai a large grin, Hibari fumes further in his annoyance. He is already ready to leave and get his Vongola Box Weapon another day.

But to the Cloud Guardian's surprise, as well as the rest of the guardians, their Boss and the Green Pacifier Holder of the Arcobaleno immediately enter after Ryohei. The Boss prowls inside the room wearing a confident expression, as does the Scientist, but the Scientist also comes carrying a medium-sized black box. On top of this mysterious box is the crest of the Vongola Famiglia.

Five faces watch the two wander to the center of the room, but one face is still feeling 'unextreme.' Just as the two give the cue, the five from the outside trot to their designated spot. Hibari keeps to his corner. Even out of high school now, the man acts as a child. Ryohei only snorts, respecting the man's personal conviction. Gokudera snorts, dismissing his disrespect.

And Yamamoto notices nothing.

Then, as if it had been rehearsed, all five grab the box that matches the color of their ring's flames. Ryohei then looks back to see two left inside the black box lined with black satin and gold accents. His gaze averts to Sawada.

"There are two boxes left?"

Yamamoto, who found the notion curious, looked inside the box as well. "Hmm. One's blue," he looks at the one in his hand for a second before continuing, "Just like the one in my hand." Then a grin appears. "I'll take it."

He happily grabs the blue box, and Sawada says, "Ah yes, Yamamoto did get two."

And Verde, who is scratching his shadowing chin adds, "I made him two for a good reason. I'm sure he will figure out that reason with time."

The boxer then points to the box. "And the last one?"

He hears someone groan behind him, and sees a hand grab the violet colored box. He turns to see Gokudera glaring at him. "It's Hibari's box weapon, stu—" His eyes look to the boss "It's Hibari's. I'll go give it to him."

The right hand man is currently working on not insulting people for a change.

Ryohei takes Gokudera's answer in with a nod. It figures that he got a weapon as well, he thought. This thought is one he is trying to prolong, but failing with ease. Thinking is not the Sun Guardian's strong suit. It leaves him holding the golden yellow box while watching everyone open his or her weapons.

His attention first caught Lambo standing next to a large black bull. In his usual cow print get-up, the Thunder Guardian held a cheerful expression on his face while petting the large animal. No one would guess what he's surmising in that young mind of his. While looking proudly at his new pet, Lambo is imagining how many chicks and party invites he will get riding around on his cool bovine.

Surely, fifteen-year-old Lambo is on drugs.

Then Ryohei passed a glance to Chrome, who was hugging the new owl she received. He could also hear her saying 'Mukuro,' but turned away guiltily. He didn't want to be the one who explained that the animal wasn't supposed to work as a telephone. I think that's Sawada's job, he thought.

So his gaze shifted, noticing Hibari leaving and Gokudera scoffing. I think I will go visit Hibari later to see his weapon, he thought. Inviting him out for drinks seems like a good time too, he thought more. Ryohei then pondered whether or not he should invite Kusakabe as well until he feels a hand grab his shoulder.

"You haven't opened up your box yet, Sempai?"

Ryohei looks back to see Yamamoto. As the Rain Guardian is looking at him with a jovial smile, Ryohei responds with, "Ahh, I was only watching everyone else open theirs first."

"Really? You're the one who seemed most excited of all."

There were many drunken nights where Sasagawa screamed for the stupid pervert scientist to work faster. The extremely drunk guy even offered Chrome as 'work incentive' a few times. Those nights were nights that Chrome showed the Sun Guardian the illusive reality of being slapped.

Ryohei is in the midst of a response, when he hears something bark loudly and then feels something start scratching and nudging him. His gaze lowers to see a puppy running around himself and Yamamoto. The hyper little Akita, with a little tongue hanging out of his grinning mouth, looks only to be a couple months old as he runs and runs and runs—

And then he stops to pee.

"Uwah! Jiro!" Yamamoto runs over to stop what is already too late.

Ryohei's face twists into a mix of disgust to the dog pee and bitter amusement to Yamamoto's idiot puppy (who is now chewing on the Rain Guardians dress shoes). He watches Yamamoto only smile as the swordsman gently directs the dog's attention to a newly crumpled receipt. It is proof of a coffee purchased this morning; it burned Yamamoto's tongue. The swordsman throws the little white ball, and the little fawn colored dog runs like hell to destroy the thing.

The box in Ryohei's hand shakes.

The boxer lets out a sigh, still feeling guilty.

The box shakes again.

With one last look around the room, the man feels it. It is the passion, the beat—it is the thing that makes Ryohei the ultimate extreme. His adrenaline begins surge and yellow flames burst out of his ring; the proof of his position as the Vongola's Sun Guardian. Sasagawa starts yelling at this top of his lungs for no reason except for this insane excitement that he can't explain as he puts the box over his flaming ring.

Everyone looks at the yelling boxer as he opens his box to the extreme.

The box clicks open, and the boxer becomes engulfed in golden rays of light. Then they hear it, a call. It's not one that any of the guardians are familiar with. But the lights fade, and Ryohei takes a step back. In front of him is a kangaroo. With golden eyes and tan colored fur, the kangaroo stares into Ryohei's eyes with mirroring passion. While the two sunny fellows stare at one another with beating hearts, everyone stares at them both weirdly.

What the hell is that thing, thinks Lambo.

Ah, I wonder what he thinks of his weapon, thinks Chrome.

Che, figures the stupid lawn head would get something like a kangaroo, thinks Gokudera.

What a cool animal to get, thinks Yamamoto.

I hope older brother likes it, thinks Sawada.

And Hibari is sitting in the main corridor of Foundation, thinking that Kusakabe did a good job on the tea.

Six watch the Sun Guardian start trembling. It confuses them all. But as Sawada is about to ask if everything is okay, Ryohei grins wildly and hugs the kangaroo tightly.

"HE IS SO EXTREME!"

Then there's a clearing of a scientist's throat. "Ahem. You mean she."

They all look to the green-haired man adjusting his glasses with a smug smirk on his face.

"She?" Questions the boxer.

"Yes, the kangaroo in front of you is a doe."

Ryohei's excited look turns to one of worry. It is against everything that is extreme for a woman to fight. His animal is supposed to fight for him—but he can't let a girl fight for him. That is something that doesn't fly in the house of Sasagawa. Of course, the doe feels exactly what Ryohei is thinking and turns its face away guiltily.

This day has been extremely unextreme according to the officials.

Ryohei feels his cheeks lightly burn from the day's progression. Not only could he not find a gift of the ultimate extreme, but he has also hurt his new animal's feelings to the extreme. The boxer looks at his hands in disdain, wishing he were better with his words.

But as the man that lives to the ultimate extreme inspected the white taping on his hands, he realized that the words didn't necessarily matter. He looked back at the doe in front of him, and lightly touched her shoulder.

"As a man, I cannot let you fight. It is also my pride as a man to fight my own battles. But I want you to always stay by my side; it is my way of honor to keep you with me always."

The doe, as well as the other spectators watched as Ryohei Sasagawa violently bit off the taping on his left hand. Taking a second to stare at the bare hand, he immediately leans towards the doe, wrapping that same taping on her left ear.

After finishing, he takes a step back and shows his hand to the doe.

"You see, Kangaryuu, I need you to guard my left."