Part 2
Tsuna grabbed the elevator going down from the floor two flights below the top – four flights up from his own. It'll throw the man off for a few seconds, thinking that Tsuna and the rest were staying at a higher floor, and Tsuna needed all the extra time he could get. He just couldn't figure out one thing though.
Why would Timoteo be against their relationship? It had to be more than his bloodline… and Xanxus had said that he really seemed like he didn't care about his relationship with another man, he just got upset when Xanxus had said his name. Was it really his age that bothered the man so much? He really had no idea how this was going to go once he got there, but he was sure of one thing; nothing and no one would ever come between Tsuna and Xanxus. Consequences be damned.
That being said, Tsuna's initial reaction to seeing Iemitsu standing there beside Timoteo was confusion.
"Um… dad? What are you doing here?" Tsuna asked as he stepped close, caution colouring every step he took. His Hyper Intuition was going crazy, telling him something was wrong, that he shouldn't be here, and he was needed elsewhere, now. He took in the solemn relief on Timoteo's face, took in the fear and resolution in Iemitsu's and realization dawned on him less than two steps closer to the men from the elevator.
"Oh fuck no." Tsuna promptly turned back to the elevator and Iemitsu caught him by the arm before Tsuna could press the button to call the machine back.
"Now, just wait. This isn't what you think it is."
"And what do I think it is, Iemitsu?"
"Ok, maybe it is. But not for the same reason!"
"Then what the Hell is going on?!" the brunette shouted, wrenching his arm from the taller man's grasp. The doors dinged open then and Tsuna stepped in, slamming on the 'close door' button as hard as he could, but the two older men stepped in before he could cast them out.
"Perhaps I could explain?" Timoteo asked hopefully. Tsuna couldn't completely wipe the glare from his eyes, and he couldn't deny that he liked the flinch the man took when he saw it.
"By all means. You have the floor." Tsuna looked up at the floor levels they were passing. "Technically you have the next 16 floors… 15…"
"Your father put me up to it." Timoteo said without a hint of remorse for throwing his friend under the bus and looked away. Tsuna had the feeling that if the man had been just a tad less refined, he may have started whistling to show his 'innocence'. The young brunette turned the full force of his glare onto the man he hated to call 'dad' and added a layer or two of 'disappointment' just to get his displeasure across properly.
"I just saw how toxic Xanxus seemed for you, so I asked Nono to help me with a plan to separate you two, so I could get you a way to safely leave him!"
"Toxic? What the fuck do you mean, Toxic?!"
"That!" Iemitsu shouted, finally at his breaking point. "That right there! My Tuna-fish would never swear at me! The way you're dressed, the way you talk, your attitude! The fact that he had a hand on your neck! The way he kissed you! He's hurting you, and you know it! That's why I had men take Xanxus away while I had you in the lobby!"
"Excuse you?! The way I dress and act has noth- wait. What was the last bit?"
"Yes." Timoteo spoke with such a dark tone, both other men in the elevator flinched as they turned to him. "What was that last bit?"
"Well…" Iemitsu floundered under the combined glare of both his son and elder friend. "It's just, I thought Tsuna would want to get his stuff without Xanxus in the way after I spoke to him and got him to-"
"Skip to the part I want to hear, Iemitsu." Tsuna interrupted. The man didn't so much 'flinch' as he sputtered to a pause and glowered at his son.
"I really don't like this new attitude."
"Iemitsu." Timoteo said. He didn't growl the man's name, but he did lower his voice to a warning. The blond gulped and continued.
"I had my men take Xanxus from the room so Tsuna could-"
"What?! I have a civilian watching over him right now! You sent men in to remove an unconscious man that a civilian with no training is watching over?" Tsuna sputtered. He looked up at the floor level and his tension lowered a touch. They were almost there, just another 2 floors.
"In my defense, I didn't know there was a civilian here – is it Takeshi?" the doors dinged open and Tsuna rushed out without giving the man a proper response. A gun went off from the room Tsuna and Xanxus were staying in, and Tsuna's heart all but stopped cold. He ran faster, Iemitsu and Timoteo jogging behind him, and they burst into the room just as Yamamoto Takeshi went down.
"Yeah, I'll catch you up later, I have to run now." Tsuna looked down at his watch, a stylish piece that Takeshi had saved his money up for, for nearly a year and given to Tsuna for his first birthday back in Namimori. Originally, Takeshi had meant to give the smaller man the watch and confess his own feelings of love and adoration to him at the same time, but then Tsuna brought home that behemoth of a man named Xanxus and said they were dating. Takeshi had already bought the watch, and he couldn't return it… so he had given it to the man anyway, without the confession. To be honest, Takeshi still had feelings for his best friend, but he knew they would never be returned.
"Uhm, Takeshi?" He looked up as his name was called, and he followed Tsuna's finger pointed at the large man passed out on the chair.
"Yeah, I'll watch him." Takeshi said easily, not because he really wanted to watch over his rival, but because he knew it would make Tsuna smile.
"Thank you so much." Tsuna said with a grin that lit up the room, before he darted for the door and left. Takeshi kept up his own grin for all of three seconds after the door closed and dropped it with a sigh.
"I hate you." He said the words at Xanxus, knowing the man wouldn't hear them. "I really do loath you. Tsuna does so much for you and you do nothing for him in return. He deserves so much better than you."
Xanxus just continued to snore without so much as twitching and for a second, really just a split second, Takeshi wanted to do something evil. Maybe kill him, maybe just hurt him, he wasn't sure, but something like that would make Tsuna sad, so Takeshi refrained from doing anything and instead just paused Blood+ and waltzed over to the small kitchenette for something to drink.
He lifted the bottle of water to his lips just as a shiver crawled down his spine. Something was coming… his hair stood tall on his arms and on the back of his neck and Takeshi wished he had his baseball bat with him. In leu of anything else, Takeshi grabbed a short broom from the small closet in the kitchenette and quietly twisted the handle from the brush, keeping both in hand as he looked at the door. Someone was breaking in.
The door opened, and Takeshi hid himself, watching the reflection on the fridge door as 4 men broke into the room. They spoke quietly to each other in Italian, and Takeshi wished he could understand them right now. They walked towards Xanxus, still asleep and they spoke to each other some more, a little louder, then they all laughed and…
And began trying to pick up his problem and take him away. Takeshi debated with himself on what to do for a whole minute as the men struggled to lift Xanxus from the chair.
On the one hand, if they succeeded, Takeshi would have Tsuna all to himself. But then, Tsuna would be sad and maybe even a little disappointed in Takeshi if he didn't at least try to stop them. He did say he would watch over the man. On the other hand, Takeshi was practically unarmed against 4 men, and if he guessed right, they were Mafia. Takeshi had only just been introduced to the world, but Xanxus was supposed to be a Boss of some kind, right? If these men came for Xanxus, knowing the man's strength, then they would have to be strong too; strong enough to be confident in taking him on.
Tsuna's sad eyes popped into his head and Takeshi knew what he needed to do.
Damn it all.
"Oi." Takeshi said, loud and sharp and strong as he stepped out of the relative safety of the kitchenette. The men startled and dropped Xanxus to the floor, about three steps away from the chair. Takeshi wanted to laugh, but he held strong. One of the men, Takeshi assumed him to be their 'leader' of sorts, stepped up and spoke in Italian in a very demanding tone. Takeshi tilted his head to the side and raised an eye brow, saying the one phrase Gokudera had taught him in Shang-Hai.
"N-non Parlo Italia-anoo." He knew he butchered the phrase horribly, but hopefully the men would understand. "I don't speak Italian."
"Allora cosa parli?" "Then what do you speak?" The man sounded annoyed, but Takeshi just offered a half shrug and shook his head, having no idea what the other had said to him. The man tisked and waved a hand at one of the others. "Oh, non importa allora, prendilo!" "Oh, never mind then, get him!"
The one on the man's immediate left charged, and though Takeshi didn't know what was said, he got the gist of it as the charging man lifted a fist. It was a good thing Takeshi had randomly prepared for this.
He tossed the brush at the charging man's face, making the man pause and lift arms up to defend himself or knock away the object, but the moment he did, Takeshi wasn't in his immediate line of sight and the Japanese man took full advantage of that. Just like his father had taught him so many years ago, Takeshi stepped forward and slammed the wooden broom handle into the man's stomach with all the force he could muster, bringing the man down. The short broom handle was just a little longer than his bat and a little shorter than a shi-ai, but Takeshi could make do with it. He stepped back and kicked the man in the head, aiming for his temple, hoping to knock him out and not kill him.
The man didn't move after that, but Takeshi wasn't given time to check and see if he had actually killed him – the other three men sprang into action then, pulling knifes and the one Takeshi had thought was the leader pulled a gun. It was the first one he had ever seen pointed at him, and his eyes narrowed in on the barrel as the man aimed at Takeshi. Without thinking, Takeshi darted forward and to the side, slamming into the first man with a knife, driving his make-shift weapon into the man's stomach with one end, and putting all his weight into the other, driving the end further into the man. The knife caught Takeshi's arm as the man went down, but he paid it no mind – he didn't have the chance to.
The second man came at him with a downward slash and Takeshi blocked the best he could. The knife sunk into the wood of the handle, and the man twisted his hand, wrenching the weapon from Takeshi. Before he could even think of reclaiming the weapon, the first man thrust his knife forward while still on the ground, slicing through Takeshi's leg and drawing a cry from his lips. The most deafening 'Boom!' Takeshi had ever heard went off next to him and he whipped to the side, watching as Xanxus (when the hell had he woken up?!) struggled with the leader. Xanxus stood tall as the other man fell to the floor, Xanxus having taken his gun and killed him with his own weapon.
Takeshi fell to the floor just as the door burst open and for a second, Takeshi thought his life was over – these men had reinforcements. But then Tsuna was there, calling his name and he was right there next to him. The other men had stopped as soon as Tsuna's dad had come in and started to speak in Italian at them, and then an old man Takeshi didn't know was over by Xanxus, helping him stumble back to his chair, and Tsuna was still calling his name and the last thing Takeshi saw was Tsuna's beautiful face drawn in panicked lines as he slipped into unconsciousness.
"Takeshi? Takeshi!" Tsuna cried, trying to remain calm as he checked his best friend for injuries. The gash on his arm looked bad and had almost completely torn away the man's T-shirt sleeve, and Tsuna could see an alarming amount of blood pooling from Takeshi's leg. Takeshi wasn't responding to anything he did, and Tsuna was panicking, he knew he was, but he still had to make sure the man was alright.
"But sir! You told us to get him out of the room, no matter what we had to do to do it! We were only doing just that!"
"And who the hell is that guy anyway? He isn't Vongola or Varia – he isn't trained."
"His name is Takeshi." Tsuna cut in, glaring up at the men from his friend's side. It looked like Takeshi had just passed out, and the sight of the blood was far worse than the wounds actually were. Tsuna had barely started to calm down when the men continued.
"Well who ever he is, we should kill him-" the man's head was slammed back, Tsuna's heel sliding easily into the underside of the man's mouth. The man hit the wall and went down and Tsuna pulled his heel back, kicking the air to get the blood off his shoe. The man's companion and Iemitsu both rushed to his side.
"Tsuna!"
"Relax. I didn't kill him, I just put a new hole in his mouth."
"Tsunayoshi-kun." Timoteo said, his tone that of a disapproving grandfather.
"Assss my babe!" Xanxus slurred happily, throwing his hands in the air. It seemed the sleeping drug and the alcohol were still affecting his mind. With a small smile, Tsuna walked over and pressed a kiss to Xanxus' forehead.
"I'll be right back, alright?"
"M'k. wheeere?"
"I'm just moving Takeshi to somewhere that isn't the floor."
"M'k. heee'sss a good friend. Heeee tried to proteckt mee." Tsuna smiled as he left Xanxus' side to go to Takeshi. Just as he was trying to think on how he was going to move his much larger friend, Hayato walked in. He froze in the doorway, eyes locked on the blood he could see oozing from Takeshi's leg.
"T-Take- Tsuna-san! What happened to Yamamoto?! Is he ok? Are you ok?" Hayato rushed to Tsuna's side, setting a bag off to the side as he squatted close. Despite his last question, Hayato barely spared Tsuna a glance.
"It's not life threatening, but I would like your help getting him to the bed, so he isn't on the floor." Tsuna said as he started to move Takeshi's good arm up around his neck.
"Here, let me." Hayato said and grabbed that same arm, pulling the man into his chest with a worried look Tsuna had only ever seen a few times on his usually scowling face. Hayato heaved the man up, slipping one arm under Takeshi's legs. He carried the man bridal style to the bedroom, glaring at the unidentified men in the room. Tsuna left to get the first aid kit from the bathroom and spoke calmly as he passed the people in the living area. Xanxus was already out cold again.
"None of you move, you hear me?" He tossed some gauze and a bandage at his father. "So he doesn't bleed everywhere." He left them to brew and handed the kit to Hayato, who was on the phone. Hayato lowered the phone and pressed the speaker button, and a groggy voice answered at the last possible second.
"You better be a sexy lady in trouble or I'm hanging up."
"It's Hayato – don't you dare hang up!"
"What do you want, Hayato? I thought you told me you were out of the scene."
"I thought I was too, but some things have happened and – look, I just need you to guide me through something. You don't even need to come here."
"If you're still in japan, then there wouldn't be a way for me to get there soon anyway."
"I'm in Italy."
"Oh, that makes such a difference!"
Tsuna could only cringe at the sarcasm and hope Hayato didn't hang up because of it. The man did still have a wicked temper every now and again. To his surprise, however, Hayato just shook his head once, grit his teeth and continued.
"My friend has some pretty deep knife wounds, and I don't know how to stitch them up."
"Hayato, admitting to not knowing what to do? This is a pretty rare occasion." The man drawled, as if every second didn't count right now.
"Shamal! Please, alright?! I'll do what every it is you want me to do, if you please just help me now, alright?!"
"… Alright. What's the injury like? Was there poison used, or clean? How deep is it?"
"I'll go check for Poison." Tsuna said numbly and darted for the door as Hayato began describing both wounds, though the wound on his leg was the most concerning to Hayato. Apparently, the doctor agreed.
Tsuna darted back into the main room, watching his Fiancé struggle to stay awake for a second before he turned back to the men who had attacked them.
"You." He said as he stepped to the men now cowering on the floor off to the side. His father wasn't with them, but the body Xanxus had dropped had disappeared, so Tsuna had an idea as to where he went. The young brunette settled down in front of them, sitting back on his heels. The man Tsuna had skewered shrunk back, and the sight of that made Tsuna grin.
"You weren't here to kill, right?" They nodded fearfully, one faster than the other, if only because he wasn't injured. "So, you didn't use anything other than your weapons, right?"
They shook their heads, again with different speeds and Tsuna stood. "Good." He said and dismissed them. He walked back to the bedroom and relayed the message, getting a grateful nod in return.
"Do you need any help?" Tsuna asked, praying Hayato didn't. Tsuna would willingly help if he was needed, but truthfully, if he didn't have to see his best friend in pain, he would much rather not be in the room. Hayato looked up with a weary smile, blood smeared a little on his chin.
"Thanks Tsuna-san. But… I got this. Go be a boss ass bitch." The tension in Tsuna's body dissipated a little with the casual words, but he knew it was more because Hayato didn't want Tsuna to see him rattled.
"Ok, call me if you need me. And Hayato?"
"Yeah, boss?" Tsuna knew it was bad, at least Hayato's state of mind was bad, when he resorted to calling Tsuna 'boss'.
"Takeshi is going to be ok. He's stronger than he looks." Hayato let out a shaky breath.
"Yeah… I know."
Xanxus was back to being unconscious when Tsuna came back out, but Tsuna really didn't care about that as he slid into the larger man's lap, cuddling up to the man he loved while glaring daggers at the man that fathered him. Iemitsu had come back while Tsuna was with Hayato, but the man hadn't said a word to Tsuna.
"Tsunayoshi." Timoteo spoke off to the side, and Tsuna regarded him coolly. "You really would have made a splendid Vongola Decimo. For what it's worth, I do welcome you to the family."
The comment caught Tsuna off guard, and he let a small smile slip onto his lips, his eyes softening. "Thank you. That means a lot… do you think you could say that last part again when Xanxus is awake and coherent?" they shared a short laugh.
"Of course. I was going to speak with him privately after all this mess in any case." Timoteo looked over at Iemitsu, watching the man check the other downed man for injuries as the assassin woke up.
"What did Iemitsu tell you was going on with me and Xanxus to get you to agree to help him?" Tsuna asked quietly. He knew his father was listening, even as Iemitsu ushered the assassins out the door to go back to whatever they had been doing before.
"Iemitsu told me he watched Xanxus put his hands on you. He said that Xanxus had grabbed your throat to stop you from talking at the dinner table, and kissed you like he owned you." Timoteo sighed and looked down at his hands. "To be honest, I could see my son doing that, and being that kind of lover to whomever he liked. Until I sat down with him this morning, I didn't think he had really cared about you. But then…" a fond, albeit sad smile came across the old man's lips.
"But then Xanxus told me about the change of heart he had. How he hadn't maimed anyone since he started dating you, how he hadn't taken on any kind of mission since he started seeing you, how he had never gotten mad at you and I realized he really, truly loved you… and I had a moment of doubt about what Iemitsu said." Timoteo looked up at Tsuna for a moment and looked away again in shame.
"But I still acted the way I did, I hurt my child on the thought that he couldn't really love someone like he loves you. And to be honest, I do hate myself for having acted that way."
He looked up imploringly into Tsuna's eyes. "Could you ever forgive me?"
Tsuna wanted to forgive the man, really he did. He gave off a rather effective 'kicked puppy' look that Tsuna couldn't ignore, but…
"I'm not the one who can forgive you, and I think you know that." He said softly, leaning over and taking the man's hand in his. Timoteo looked down at their hands and nodded sadly.
"Yes, I'm aware."
"Well, now that that's all cleared up." Iemitsu muttered disdainfully from Tsuna's side. Tsuna turned a sharp glare at him in return and dropped Timoteo's hands.
"And what, pray tell, is your excuse?"
"He had his hands on your throat! He was ordering you around! He put his hands on you, like he was controlling you at dinner!" Iemitsu growled, pointing at the man Tsuna was happily sitting on.
"I like it rough!" Tsuna almost yelled out, refusing to let his own embarrassment shine through with his admission. "He wasn't ordering me around or controlling me – he was helping me through my own anxiety with facing you about my sexuality. And besides, Xanxus is the greatest thing to have ever happened to me." He paused to let the sentence sink in. "I love him, with all my heart, and I know he loves me too. I asked him to marry me, and he asked me to marry him, at the same time. Not through a 'oh, we should get married!' type of conversation, and not through him demanding I get him a ring or something equally stupid that you might be thinking. We both, separately, came to the same conclusion that we would like to be together for the rest of our lives. At least, that's the conclusion I came to." He turned back to stare at semi-lucid red eyes.
"I love you, Xanxus."
"Then why the fuck did you drug me?"
"Oh!" Tsuna exclaimed as he turned to fully face his fiancé, "You're actually back!"
"Yeah, kinda." The man let his head fall back against the chair's headrest. "But seriousssly, babe, what the fuck…" his words were still sleep-laced and slurred, and Tsuna had no doubts that he was trying his best not to pass out again. Xanxus brought up his hands, though only one made it his face, the other caught Tsuna's hair and the man started playing with the soft strands as he rubbed his face, trying to wake up.
"I thought watching you sleep away the pain was better than watching you drink your way into an early grave."
"I'll never die~." Xanxus said, abandoning his attempt at waking up with his hand. He wrapped both arms around Tsuna's waist and started rubbing his face into Tsuna's hair instead.
"Yeah, you said that earlier, too."
"Then why don't you fucking believe me?"
"Because you drank 4 large bottles of hard liquor in under an hour. As your future husband, I have a right to worry about you."
"… fair." Xanxus slumped further into Tsuna's neck and glanced to his right at Timoteo, then to his left at Iemitsu, and sighed. "Why are people I fucking hate here?" Xanxus bemoaned into Tsuna's back.
Tsuna felt more than saw Timoteo flinch at that. "Well, one of them was apologizing for hurting you, and the other was making up bad excuses."
"Oh… fuckin'… which one is… which?" Xanxus grumbled. Before Tsuna could answer him, however, Xanxus gave a deep snore that told everyone there he had lost the fight for consciousness. Tsuna took hold of the man's hands as they fell from his waist to his hips and hugged the man's arms around himself. He leaned back slowly, letting his lover's head fall back against the chair gently and lay his head against Xanxus' collar bone, sighing softly as he took in his fiancé's warmth. He couldn't bring himself to smile though.
"So he really isn't hurting you? The way he was holding you at dinner yesterday…"
Tsuna looked up at his father with sad eyes.
"Yes, Xanxus isn't hurting me. He loves me as much as I love him. I don't know how many times I have to say that for you to understand that I really mean it." Tsuna sighed, but then dropped Xanxus' arms from his waist. "I'm going to visit mom tomorrow. I don't know if I'll tell her about Xanxus, but-"
"You can't see her tomorrow." Iemitsu interrupted. "She's undergoing a lot of tests today and tomorrow, so the doctors won't let anyone visit her, unless she asks. It'll have to wait another day." He explained before Tsuna could explode in his face.
"Hmmm." Tsuna hummed, looking down contemplatively.
"When do you need to go back?"
Tsuna looked up at Timoteo. "Ah… well, technically it's an open-ended ticket, but Takeshi's classes start back up the week after next, so we can't stay longer than a week. Ten days tops, but that would really be cutting it close."
"Well, I don't know. He might just have to put a hold on his classes." Hayato spoke up from the bedroom doorway. Tsuna jumped up from his love's lap to rush over.
"Is he ok?" Tsuna asked as he stopped a half step away, leaning into the bedroom to look in on his best friend. The room was starting to get dark, but the light of the setting sun painted a rather gory picture. Blood stained the bed sheets and used gauze filled a small bag just off to the side. Takeshi looked pale as he laid on the bed, still unconscious. Tsuna looked back at Hayato with fear in his eyes but the other man refused to look at him.
Hayato glared at Iemitsu with barely contained rage flickering in his eyes. "The knife wounds were deep. It looks like both of them cut into his tendons and nerves. He's not playing baseball again anytime soon. His career is shot to shit now, before it even started."
"Oh, my god, no." Tsuna breathed, eyes wide in horror as he stepped back. He brought a hand up to his lips as he looked back at his silver-haired friend.
"Shamal will be coming by later tonight or early tomorrow morning, to see if Flames can do much." Hayato said as he continued to stare at Iemitsu. The man looked down at his clasped hands in his lap.
"I never meant for him to get hurt in this-"
"If you hadn't sent men for Xanxus – what the fuck was that even?!" Hayato howled as he took a step toward the man, his hands clenched at his side, raised halfway to his waist. He was looking for a fight.
"I sent them to remove Xanxus from the room so Tsuna could get his stuff to leave Xanxus without the man here to be in his way."
"What the fuck?!" Hayato screamed, taking two more steps closer. Tsuna caught the back of his arm and held him back. Hayato continued another step forward despite his best friends' hold on his arm. "Takeshi could have died because you couldn't believe your son was in a happy relationship? What the fuck man!"
"I didn't know he was here!" Iemitsu roared, jumping up from his seat. Xanxus was awake and standing in under a second, gun in one hand and the other held out across Hayato's chest – though weather it was to hold Hayato back, protect him, or to help Xanxus keep his balance wasn't clear.
"Sit." Xanxus commanded. Iemitsu glared but held his hands up in a gesture of surrender and lowered himself back to his seat. Xanxus nodded once, but the motion seemed to bring back his dizzy spell. He almost dropped his gun, but Tsuna reached out and caught him and, along with Hayato's help, got the man back into his seat.
"We get that this whole time, Tsuna was your main concern." Xanxus said slowly, as clearly as he could. "That's great. He's my main concern too, and I'mm sure Takeshi would agree with theh sentiment. But to make such a play without confirming if he was or wasn't in danger? That's just… too much." There was still some slur to his speech, but it was clearer than it had been in hours.
"Want some water babe?" Tsuna asked as he leaned over the man's shoulder.
"Will it be actual water this time?" Xanxus shot back. It seemed he was a little peeved about the sleeping drug after all.
"Yes. I promise." Tsuna giggled. Xanxus nodded slowly with a mis-placed pout before he gipped Tsuna's arm tightly and looked over his shoulder at Hayato for a moment.
"I want you to get it." he slurred.
"Why me?" Hayato asked as he slipped his hands in his pockets. His tone indicated that he was bored, but Tsuna knew he was so tense from all the today's events that he might as well have screamed his question up at the sun, moon, and stars above.
"Yeah, why not me? Don't you trust me?" Tsuna said, pouting and trying to pull his arm from Xanxus' grasp. The large man turned his glower to Tsuna for a moment before he smirked dangerously.
"I trust you with my heart, my soul and my life." He mirrored the other words from the day previous, "But not with my water."
Hayato burst out laughing and Tsuna let out an undignified and hurt sound as the silver-haired bombshell started for the kitchen.
I'm not sure this is where I want to end the chapter, but it's been long enough between now and the last update so… Part 3 to come soon! I did my best with Takeshi's fight scene… since he is a natural born hit-man… but almost completely untrained, way outnumbered, and he had no real weapon. Was it ok? Please tell me it was ok, I need the validation!
- Mel