Tsuna's life has always been… odd, to put it politely. If one were to put it bluntly they would say her life is batshit insane but that has been readily evident to most everyone who has had more than a passing acquaintance with the young woman, and none have been rude enough to point that fact out yet. The idea that most of said beings being not quite human in themselves and/or are nowhere near normal would add to the oddity that is tsuna's life doesn't seem to occur to them but magical creatures and colorful combustional humans have never been famed for logic. What is logic to a creature that bends the laws of the universe on a regular basis? But back to the main point, tsuna's life has always been odd, even before she started seeing the supernatural, for how many can say that they are the reincarnation of a long dead mafia boss, ghostbuster, supernatural savvy, Messiah, vigilante, with magic powers including but not limited to a ridiculous slightly creepy and most definitely slightly precognitive instinct, instant self combustion with weird fire not fire, and ridiculously powerful charisma? (note: while Giotto and tsunami may attempt to claim that their charisma is not magical and should probably be classified as insanely bad luck any of the assorted magical creatures and occasional human caught in there arua will disagree. Any attempts to distinguish if it is in fact a magical trait have been inconclusive)Not many I can assure you, from the moment she was conceived tsuna has been odd (this was not helped by the fact that her conception itself happened on a leap year, full moon, planetary convergence, and solar eclipse.)
Chapter 3: how to raise a hanyou by Tsuyoshi Yamamoto Tsuyoshi
Yamamoto was a man with many layers. (like an onion) there was the face he showed to the general public as happy go lucky man who had no greater ambition than to make sushi and have his family be happy, the relaxed act he showed his civilian friends of a cheerful man with a hidden serious side who is wholly devoted to caring for his small family, The stone cold mask he donned as an assassin, the gize of an unsuspecting human lover presented to the supernatural community, and finally his true self with his wife and child a man with layers more complicated than a jigsaw puzzle who loves the both of them so deeply he would terraform the earth to make them happy.
But no matter how much he loves his wife and son that doesn't make living with a river spirit and their half-human son any easier, and in moments like this, his dearest wish was for his family to be a little more normal. (and no the secret assassin with magical fire powers was NOT aware of his own hypocrisy).
His son was happily splashing around in the tub giggling cheerfully at his father's useless attempts to pull him out and get him to go to bed. Now it usually would be rather sad if a trained HITMAN couldn't catch a 4-year-old in a small tub, but this particular four-year-old was half river spirit which meant he could literally become one with his bath water. To be honest it was still quite sad.
Tsuyoshi kneeled by the tub cursing trying to fish his son out of the tub only to have him slip out of fingers once again. Letting out a particularly vicious curse, (in Italian he wasn't going to have his son learn his bad habits) he threw his hands up in defeat and stormed out of the bathroom to find his wife
Slamming the back door open he stomped down to the edge of the river bed and called for his wife's attention "Aidoru I know you can hear me! I need you to deal with your son!" he shouted at the river well aware that if had any neighbors he would look more insane then he already was.
His lovely wife's body slowly formed out the river beneath her with her light blue skin flowing navy hair and kimono that seemed to ripple and shift reflecting the moonlight like the river she was born from and the mist that had seemed to roll in as her body formed she certainly appeared magical. almost otherworldly as she glided closer to her husband writhed with a swirling mist.
While usually, Yamamoto would take a moment to appreciate the striking figure she cut in the night maybe wonder why such a vision of glory chose a lowly human such as himself, but not tonight. Tonight he was too frustrated at there little devil spawn of a child.
"Sweetheart? What's wrong? What did our little yam do now?" Aidoru asked laying a loving hand on her consorts cheek. "You son has become one with his bath water andIi can't get him out" he growled angrily, nevertheless he leaned into his loves touch
Running a finger across her husband's forehead she smoothed his expression into something less angry. With a sigh, Yamamoto settled into frustration instead of annoyance. "This is your fault by the way," he grumbled winding his arms around his wife's waist.
"And how is this my fault?" the water sprite giggled wrapping her arms around her beloved's neck and relaxing into his hold. Yamamoto sent her a dry look, " I can grab a human four-year-old and physically remove him from the tub. I can't do that when your son literally becomes water between my fingers" he grouched tightening his hold at the water spirit.
"And why does he need to be removed from the tub?" she asked causing Yamamoto to scowl again, "human children have bedtimes and its twenty minutes past Takeshi's" Yamamoto responded grumpily sending an aggravated glare back at the house. "He can always sleep in the tub it's not like he can drown" Aidoru stated matter of factly laying her head on her husband's chest.
"You're not the one who has to deal with it when he gets up in the middle of the night and decides he's going to sleep in his bed and wants to be tucked in." Yamamoto grouched sending a tiny glare at his wife.
"If it's that much of a problem I'll go fish him out" she sighed kissing him on the cheek and heading inside of the house he otherworldly mist following her toward there home.
Glancing out into the night Yamamoto took a moment to appreciate the beauty of his home. His wife's river sparkled under the moonlight, the firefly's distorted glow reflecting upon her surface.
the quiet melody of the night sinking into his bones, the sounds of his wife's river sedately splashing on the shore, the quiet song of the grasshoppers singing to each other, the faint buzz of electricity unnoticeable to most humming loudly to his ears.
With a silent sigh Yamamoto Tsuyoshi turned around and headed back into his home. He had a son to put to bed.
Yamamoto had moments where he deluded himself into thinking he wished his family was normal. moments where he was frustrated enough to forget that nothing worthwhile came easily, but in times like this, as he gazed upon his laughing wife and child both of which had ended up in the tub giggling and splashing each other in a mock war he knew that he wouldn't change his family for the world.
Shiho-Akemi: thank you for your review! And yes tsunami was very lucky Aidoru was there to save her, though Aidoru is actually blue there wasn't a flame affecting that.
I'm pretty sureI'mm butchering the name modifiers so if anyone can give me some tips i'd be much obliged.
R&R it helps me justify to my self why this is totally not procrastination and I should be working on this instead of my essay