Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn for it belongs to Amano Akira.

Chapter 3: Bang Bang Bang

Tsuna was really surprised when the door was suddenly slammed open loudly, unlike the gentle creaking sound when the maid or his grandpa made their entrance. Standing in front him, majestically and intimidatingly, was an unknown man with jet black hair, really intense scary red eyes and a so suffocating dark aura that until now, Tsuna was really grateful that his pants were still dry at that moment. Upon closer look, the little brunette noticed that the soul essence of this man resembled to that of a lion that he had seen in the animal books; however, the conclusion didn't seem right to him. He was still missing something, Tsuna beckoned.

When the lion man- Tsuna mentally dubbed him- turned his harsh gaze on him, Tsuna couldn't help but flinch and let out his signature shriek "Hieee", which earned him a raised eyebrow from the stranger.

Back to Xanxus, after recovering from his initial reverie, the black-haired teen directed his glare at the young child, causing the brat to shriek, and assessed the boy from head to toes. Fluffy brown hair that defied all laws of physics ever existed- was that even possible; round chubby face that made Xanxus just wanna pinch those cheeks- what the fuck had he just thought; pale skin that seemed to glow under the light and large brown doe eyes brimming with so much innocence that Xanxus felt like he had been purified- had he fucking lost his damn mind. The little trash was wearing a light orange kimono, a pair of yellow stripe pants –was it called hakama – and a sleeveless jacket with exaggerated shoulders embroidered with intricate patterns of phoenix and flowers. Call him weird but at that moment, to Xanxus, the little brat was the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen in his life. How would it feel to have the little trash in his arms and ravish those delectable cheeks of his?

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Okay, he seriously had some mental problems right now.

In an attempt to escape his not-right-in-the-head moment, he banged his forehead to the nearby wall repeatedly, causing blood to spurt out and making the mini trash shriek annoyingly cutely again.

However, Xanxus didn't expect the brat to stand up and approach him.

"Erm… Mister Lion, I think you should stop hitting your head, or else, it would hurt a lot. Here, you can use my handkerchief to wipe your blood"

The mini trash spoke shyly- for some reasons- blushing, and presented a handkerchief that had a small orange tuna fish sewn on it with his small adorable hands, his head tilting cutely to the left, plump lips closed as his eyes peeked up from his bang to face see him. Oh gosh, how could a being so adorable? Make him wanna hug him, kiss him, eat…

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BANG BANG BANG

Soon after that, the room was filled with sound of a psycho's forehead being hit repeatedly to the wall harmonizing with horrified scream of a brunette in distress.

-o0o-

Let's forward past the awkward shojo-ish moment of two boys, one child and one teenager, trying to know each other through quality body contact and gentle name asking.

Well, if body contact means Tsuna trying to treat Xanxus's wound as carefully as possible- the boy was really clumsy and ended up pouring a half bottle of alcohol to the teen's forehead- and Xanxus roughly grabbing the other's waist just because he couldn't handle a little pain- let's give him credit for gritting his teeth and not screaming like a girl, then yes it was really quality.

The name asking consisted of Xanxus screaming "Fucking trash, tell me you name now or I'll shoot brain out", Tsuna's dramatic shrieking his name and spit flying everywhere, though the gentle status remained kinda dubious.

"What's your name, Mister Lion?", Tsuna asked meekly while fiddling with his fingers- Xanxus found the gestures adorable and he already gave up on trying to stop such unmanly opinion.

Xanxus narrowed his eyes at the innocent brown orbs twinkling with poorly hidden excitement; really, one minute, this trash was shaking like a leaf and screaming that annoyingly cute "Hiee" of his; another minute, he was smiling happily as if he hadn't been scared a minute ago.

Whatever!

"Xanxus Vongola" was his short and sweet- let's not forget rude- answer.

Tsuna tilted his head cutely to the left, hand rubbing his chin, lips puckering slightly and Xanxus felt like something terrible was gonna happen soon.

"Chanchus Bongure…"

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SPURT

Xanxus was having a major nosebleed, to Tsuna's horror.

"Oh shit, what the fuck is happening to me? This trash is adorable as fuck". Xanxus was holding his nose to prevent an influx of blood rushing out of his system. Shit, this was so wrong, so fucking wrong, so morally wrong, so legally wrong. He, a teenager who was years older and made out of pure manliness, was having a nosebleed over a brat that just pronounced his name wrongly. He was supposed to be shooting this pathetic- but cute, his traitorous mind supplied- trash for daring misspelling his name, or slapping that stupid-but kissable, fuck his damn mind- face for daring making such a cute expression.

Xanxus decided that he must have had too much tequila and whisky, hit his head against the wall too hard or, simply, overstayed his welcome in this suffocating manliness-killing room.

With that, he stood up quickly, ready to leave the room with an intense purpose of preserving what little left of his sanity- not that he was having much of that before he entered this damn room- before a small hand shot out and grabbed his trousers.

"Chanchus, are you leaving?", the brat asked, an unsuitable sorrowful shadow cast upon his face and Xanxus had to avert his eyes quickly, an unfamiliar feeling of guilt threatening to overtake him. Xanxus hated it- this detestable feeling of weakness, yet, the thought of leaving this brat alone in this room stirred up some sense of sadness inside him.

"You will come back right?"

Xanxus wanted to say no, but seeing the hopeful glint in the glazed eyes flashing with sadness that was inappropriate of his age, the teen couldn't bring himself to say what he wanted.

"Fine, I'll return… only if you behave yourself."

And smile immediately bloomed on his face, the moody cloud washed away instantly and replaced by glow of happiness, the background behind him full of flowers on meadow and bunnies and teddy bears dancing. The brat fucking sparkled. Really, was he some kind of vampire in a rabbit skin?

"Thanks, Chanchus. I'll be a good boy.", Tsuna-great, Xanxus started to refer the trash as Tsuna- tackled and wrapped his arms around his legs, nuzzling his face affectionately into them.

Xanxus felt kinda jealous of his legs.

He also decided Shark-Trash was gonna be beaten to bloody pulp later.

-o0o-

Visits to Tsuna's room had become something of a casual habit to Xanxus, and the more he spent time with Tsuna, the more he felt attached to the boy. Sometimes the thought of him being a pedophile crossed his mind, but he quickly flushed that idea down to the black hole of his (dirty?) mind.

Another strange thing was that he didn't mind being called Chanchus by Tsuna. It was kinda…horribly adorable and disgustingly endearing. His mind had really gone wrong somewhere during the time he was with Tsuna.

He also found himself complying to the little brunette's whimsical and embarrassing-as-fuck demands, such as playing family (he was papa, Tsuna was mama, and teddy bears was their fucking children), planning tea party (he had to imagine there was some-damn tea in the plastic cup of abominable pink color), watching some really childish yet meaningful cartoons (yeah, like that Lion King movie- that trash was deep as fuck)… And before he knew it, he was wrapped around Tsuna's little finger- or pheromone, Xanxus had a tiny inkling of the reason.

However, all secrets were meant to be discovered, and Xanxus's knowledge of Tsuna's existence at Vongola mansion was not an exception.

Eventually, that day came and Xanxus cursed that day with his entire being.

TBC

My friend told me that this is a shitty story, and to my horror, I think he might be right.