Jess: A hundred, million, thousand and one apologies. I have been on such a long Hiatus, and now, I think I need to update SOMETHING.
Jeymi: Obviously, she's a procrastinator.
Jess: ...Piss off, Jey. I'm busy here. Do your job and leave, KTHNX.
Jeymi: Pfff.. Anyway, JESS OWNS NOTHING, NOT A SINGLE THING, EXCEPT FOR MAYBE THE STUFFED TURTLE AND TYPO BRAND MUG SHE RECEIVED AS A PRESENT. TSUNA IS NOT HERS. KHR IS NOT HERS. HIBIRD, UNFORTUNATELY, AIN'T HERS. AND WARRRRNING: THIS CONTAINS AN UNBRIDLED AMOUNT OF COFFEE INTAKE, LACK OF SLEEP, AND TYPING WITH SQUINTY ASIAN EYES IN A DARK ROOM AT 4:30 AM.
-Tumpets- Bam ba ba bummmm~
CHAPTER 3 of FOR THE VONGOLA TENTH, STARTO.
::Chapter 3::
Disbelief.
The setting had to be right, of course.
The guardians paced around the meeting room, the tension in the air thick enough to cut out a slice and eat it. They knew that their leader, out adorable Tsu-cchin, was arriving in Japan today. Most wanted to rush over the the airport and ambush him, but the crafty Reborn was a sly as a fox- He had already arranged for Tsuna to be picked up by his assistants, completely nullifying any effort to obtain favoritism.
Kehkehkeh.
My, my. Shall we take a look at the highly anticipated Tsu?
Down the streets, the traffic was horrendous.
There was really no other word to describe the appalling scene of utter stupidity and pride causing the delivery delay.
Tsuna, unaware of the numerous honking and swearing going on beside him, was happily sipping a glass of mock tail he had mixed himself- Blue vanilla lemonade blended with peach juice, along with a garnish of cherries. It wasn't that he actually likes the nasty red things, he just though it'd look pretty, and was very proud of his handiwork.
"That looks good..."
A slightly longing voice cam from across him in the limousine, as familiar eyes and the jet-hued braid came into sight.
"Kufu.. yours looks pretty decent as well," Tsuna paused, chuckling, "Fon-san."
The addressed Chinese male shot him a playful look, as he looked at his own drink a little wistfully. "The one you don't have always seems to be the better option..." the smooth tenor glided through the air, his voice like a breeze on a summer day. Tsuna turned to face him fully, chuckling a little at the usually mature and eloquent Chinese sigh a little.
"Yeah yeah, that's why I'm going to be kind enough to let you take a sip." Tsuna teased, as he held the cool glass in his hand, swirling the liquid in a clockwise motion, the pretty drink forming a mini whirlpool. Chuckling, he nodded the rim of the glass towards Fon, the charming smile of the old Tsuna still firmly in place, only more mature on his slender face.
Fon was seriously considering accepting the offer, but the limousine slowed, and they had reached their destination- in which time he chose to answer with a "Thanks, but at this moment, if I sip your drink, I'm sure your overprotective lovers would tear me apart and feed me to the fish."
Another chuckle followed, as Tsuna shook his head, a tinge of crimson staining his cheeks, another piece of proof that Tsuna was still the same as he was three months ago- simply a year older now, as his birthday had passed whilst he was away in America.
Had enough suspense guys?
I'm sure you all have, considering I'm just delaying the inevitable meeting of guardians and Decimo.
So, shall we begin?
There were two things that were distinctly imprinted in the guardian's minds.
One, Tsuna was supposed to be the one exiting the limo that just pulled up.
Two, Tsuna was in fact, the one stepping out of the limo.
Problems? Many. For instance, when did that tiny child become so.. mature, within three months? It was almost impossible for the growth spurt to be so quick- Even Giotto took a whole year. But now, their Decimo stood before them, his angular features softened by the gentle smile that was everlasting.
Coughs and splatters were heard all over the place, and most of them were from shock.
"J-juudaime?" Obviously, it was Gokudera who stuttered the overused word, olive eyes unable to restrain themselves, the open gaze obvious in awe. Tsuna shifted uncomfortably, amber eyes unwavering, but his face was struggling to keep from blushing, what with all the attention he was getting- from ALL his guardians, not just Gokudera.
"A-ah, Gokudera-"
A wolf whistle cut off the shy greeting.
"Yo, Dame-Tsuna." Reborn's voice was as sharp as ever, as he landed lightly on Tsuna's shoulder. His eyes were appraising, giving our Tsuna the old 'Up Down' eye travel, and let out a mischievous wolf whistle. "Hoot~"
Tsuna's face was a fireball again, graceful limbs slightly awkward as he tried to act natural, as if he was used to all this praise- as he should have been, being a model for a while. Still, having someone as scary and unpredictable as REBORN giving him praise was... scary.
And we almost thought he was mentally ready for the world.
Are you sighing?
Teehee.
"R-reborn!" Tsuna's shyness was unusual- after all, if I have to say so again, he was a model for two months.
"Shut it, and just let me praise you. Seems like all those bullets allowed you to tap into a faster rate of growth hmm? Did Basil actually manage to get those things to you?" This was, after all, Reborn. Always so straight to the point. But, in the background, there was a crowd gathering, mostly to see Tsuna.
A girl squealed.
And in his heart of hearts, Tsuna hopedhopedhoped-
A pair of pink undies flew through the air gracefully, the fashionable style mocking him as it passed his head as he ducked, as if it knew that this was definitely the most embarrassing sort of scene for the one and only Tsunayoshi Sawada.
"Hii-!"
The soprano yelp was miraculously managed as he darted back, balance failing him as his arms flung out to stop his own demise (and all because of those damned panty throwers) as he braced himself for the impact-
"Oof."
And instead, he found himself in strong and gentle arms, a familiar chuckle from a few minutes ago tingling his ears.
"F-fon, arigato..."
Obsidian eyes blinked as a return gesture, the Chinese man turning to face the advancing crowd of the Vongola guardians. Tsuna sighed, dusting himself off wearily, sincerely regretting himself be forced into the modelling by Jeymi. Never again will he take advice from a crazy fashionista.
"Tsuna, daijoubu?" Yamamoto asked, large brown eyes wide with innocent worry as he dropped his sword for a moment. Hibari's eye twitched in irritation when he spotted the pink undergarment lying there innocently, as Mukuro chuckled, amused by such a scene. Ryohei and Lambo were just confused on why in the seven -six, according to Mukuro- hells would someone throw their own underpants at another.
"Nn. I'm fine, Yamamoto. It's.. I'm used to it."
"You'd better be, Tsuna, for how much I spent on you."
Reborn 'tsked', baby form springing off Gokudera's octopus-like hair, landing ontop of Fon's shoulder. The Sun guardian shot a flame at the pink undies, before coughing and turning back to the Vongolas, finally reunited.
The only thing that was bothering him was the scarred brunette with the potty mouth lounging nearby with his group.
"Xanxus?"
"VOIII, BRAT. CAN'T EVEN GREET YOUR ELDERS PROPERLY?"
"S-squalo-san..."
"Hmph. The fuck, brat? Took you long enough to get your ass back to Namimori." Xanxus growled, jumping off the wall he was perched on for the last few scenes. Hibari snarled, tonfas whipped out faster than the speed of light that Jessie and James and Meowth produced when they blasted off again.
"Don't fuckin' think about it, asshole."
Gokudera reared up as well, bombs already between his fingers, smoke floating in a thin spiral above him. God, how many people were going to invade this bloody scene? 'Fuck this shit,' he thought, 'next, those bloody Primo dudes and that goddamn Shimon family are going to join. Not to mention that useless Dino, and the rest or the arcobaleno-'
"Giotto?"
"Yo, Tsuna."A suave honey-blonde called Giotto strutted- I mean, strided past, flame orbs giving his descendant a playful wink.
"Oi, oi, don't forget me too~"
"D-dino?"
"T-Tsuna.."
"ENMA?"
"Kora."
...
"...What the..."
"It was your dad, Tsuna~" Basil popped up amongst the crowd, blue eyes sparkling with mirth, "He told all of your friends that you were back, looking for marriage~"
The only thing that could compare to Tsuna's horror is the moment where one reaches into their pocket, walking to their home, and realising that you didn't have the key. Or, seeing someone kick a puppy. Or Rebecca Black actually becoming a singer. No matter what, Tsuna's horrified face would have been amusing enough-
Until his father waltzed in with Nana, and grinned.
"Now, shall we get to the meeting room?"
O m a k e t a i m u:
"Aaaaand cut."
Jess sighed, hands immediately going towards her face, eyes tired, and ears ringing.
Tsuna approached the writer, holding out a can of peach water as a peace gesture, only to receive a glare and a snatched away can as a return. But he didn't complain. After all, he was the star of the show. Turning to the raging crowd and his pleased father, a brow twitched in irritation.
'So, now where do I get that baseball bat Yamamoto sent me...?'
"Don't make me stake you too, Tsuna."
"Hai, hai."
A/N: .. . I've been so inactive, it's not even legit.
To the point where all my draft stories got deleted. It's pretty much like I'm been in procrastination land and school for too long. TOO LONG, I SAY -shakes fist-. But still. I'll try to finish the stories I've got. This will probably branch out after chapter 4 or 5 into a "Choose your own ending" kinda.
Like, I'll write up a separate story for each xTsuna pairing I can think of, even himself or Alaude, or whoever.
And a BIIIIG thank you to all my readers who've been rather supportive and threatening me to motivate this chapter. Gomen, I'm a snail.
Jess, out~!
