Chapter 3
Chapter isn't edited in anyway~ How...sad.
Warnings: General violence. Badly written action scenes.
A/N: I won't lie: I hate this chapter. Consider it FILLER! I wanted to just jump straight to the Kokuyo Arc, but I literally couldn't? Like, damn. It would just feel like I rushed things, and blah blah blah-
If anyone is OOC, or whatever- don't worry, I plan on making this story a bit more serious and darker as the story goes on, because being apart of the mafia is dark. And we can't forget about the Wizarding World now, can we?
Just...bleh. I can't write.
Enjoy!
[Edited 2/27/17]
"I'll bite you to death."
"What's with everyone's obsession with killing me?"
Harry ducked under a tonfa swing, grimace in place as he dodged a series of quick swipes from Hibari. His question went unanswered as Hibari moved in on him with a type of primitive satisfaction. Lightning Flames buzzed under his skin, and Harry's glove felt alive with energy; he grabbed one of Hibari's tonfas and twisted it, causing Hibari to move in a fluid motion around to take another swing at Harry with his other tonfa.
Did Tsuna and them really think that their school-wide property damage would go unnoticed by the bloody Perfect?
And Reborn just smiled at him, sweet and innocent, saying something along the lines of, "Consider it future training for being the Lightning of the Vongola Famiglia." And disappeared in a swirl of insects and mystery.
Basically, Harry was distraction while Reborn forced the others through his various schemes. Not to say that Harry wasn't aware of them, or wasn't apart of them in some ways; mostly, though, his attention was divided between keeping Hibari interested but not too interested in what the little ragtag team of Vongola was up to in his school. That, and being the default caretaker of the younger kids were also apart of his 'thing', apparently.
He didn't mind.
Harry winced when a tonfa almost clipped his cheek, his heart racing fast in his chest. "Hey, Hibari-san, why don't we stop for today- Oh, okay, no stopping, got it!" In the middle of Harry's rather persuasive suggestion, Hibari growled low in his throat and got more aggressive in his attacks. Harry whined in his head, eyes catching sight of the clock- it was almost time for school to be let out.
"You will be punished," Hibari's voice was smooth and cold, and Harry grimaced again.
"Forgive and forget? Hell, you don't have to forgive, just please forget," Harry pleaded, Lightning Flames crackling and arcing out in small bolts over his skin. It made his skin feel sensitive, and made the tiny hairs all stand up; he backflipped, rather painfully, away from Hibari to get some space in between them.
Both of them paused, to stare at each other. Hibari looked hardly a hair out of place, despite raging on against Harry for two hours. Harry was sure that he looked as frazzled as he felt, but also silently pleased that he was able to last this long. After their rather one-sided first meeting, Harry had been Hibari's favorite victim among the Tsuna's group, targeting him and lashing out against him. It probably didn't help that Harry was making sure that Hibari noticed him, and thus, making most of the damage aim towards him.
It was a hard job, considering that the rest of Tsuna's group really didn't know what lengths Harry went for them.
That being said, Harry cracked a nervous smile at Hibari's suspicious glare. And promptly ran the hell out of the reception room like a dog out of hell, running faster when he heard Hibari calmly taking pursuit after him.
It was like being stalked by a serial killer!
"You can run, herbivore, but you can never hide," Hibari's voice carried over the heavy beating of Harry's heart, as Harry ran.
Harry sweatdropped, the only console in this situation being that Nana's cooking was waiting for him after all this was done. That sentence though...
Yep. Definitely a serial killer.
-0-0-0-
"Hiieeee, Harry-san!" Tsuna's concerned voice made Harry rub the back of his head, embarrassed. "What happened?" Harry had managed to get away from Hibari, in the end, and went back to his suite to apply more first aid to his person before heading over to the Sawada residence. His arms were covered in bruises, and looked rather ugly, so Harry wrapped them tight in white bandages. His whole body ached.
It was a familiar feeling, due to his Lightning Flames. They pushed his own nerves to the limit, and after all the adrenaline was done, and his Flames receded, his nerves felt sore and achy. Sadly, while his Lightning Flames distracted him from the pain Hibari manages to inflict on him, he puts more energy into his own movements rather than letting them harden and become suitable for defense.
To be honest, if he didn't have the use of his Lightning Flames, Harry was sure his bones would have been cracked and crushed into little tiny bone dust and- Harry grimaced. He was lucky to just get away with bruises, at the very least.
"Hibari-san," Harry answered Tsuna's question with a sore shrug.
"Hah," Gokudera squinted at him. "Again? You must really be an idiot to keep getting caught by him," he scoffed, resting his chin on his hand. Tsuna blinked, before flailing.
"H-hibari-san?" Tsuna questioned, face pale. "A-ah, you seem to be getting into trouble a lot with him, Harry-san," he told Harry, and Harry snorted, crossing his arms and leaning back into the edge of the bed. His body protested, but Harry ignored it.
"It's nothing," Harry told them, seriously, while waving his hand flippantly. The last thing Harry wanted was for them to question his duties as a potential Lightning Guardian.
"Is it?" A squeaky voice asked, and Reborn calmly walked through the bedroom door casually. He hopped up onto the small table, and Harry straightened up; he didn't like Reborn's dangerous glint in his eyes, and Harry glanced around to make sure Bianchi wasn't around. That was...good. For now.
She'll show up sooner or later.
"What do you mean, Reborn?" Yamamoto laughed, on the other side of Harry. Harry didn't say anything, unsure if he wanted to say anything or not. Reborn was scheming something. Suddenly, Harry wished he stayed at his suite and took that nap he wanted.
"Yeah, Reborn," Tsuna had gotten more braver in speaking to Reborn, in the process of his training. Still scared, but not as afraid to speak his mind. Sometimes. "Is something, er," he shot a worried glance at Harry, who raised an eyebrow. "...Wrong with Harry?"
"You mean, besides how trouble is just attracted to him?" Gokudera looked at Harry in distaste, and Harry blew a raspberry at him. "10th, surely you noticed how much trouble Harry gets into- he's such a troublesome member to be apart of the Family!" He gestured at Harry, and Harry felt mildly insulted.
"Says the one who threatened a puppy because it yipped at Tsu-kun!" Harry retorted, crossing his arms.
"Do you want to fight?" Gokudera immediately became defensive, and Harry was almost retorted to say, yeah, sure, bring it on. That was before Reborn aimed his gun at Harry, and Harry blanched, eying the hitman warily.
Gokudera looked smug before Reborn pointed it at him, and it was Harry's turn to try not and snicker. "Both of you need to get along more," Reborn stated, oddly cheerful. Harry twitched. Getting along more with Gokudera...? That seemed almost like an impossible dream.
Harry didn't have any hard feelings for Gokudera, and he was pretty sure Gokudera didn't have- well, he was pretty sure- ... Well. Gokudera doesn't try to actively kill him like his sister does. His stormy personality marked him as a Storm. His emotions were wild, and, like a storm, raged on pretty well.
"Oh, I agree!" Yamamoto piped up, easygoing smile in full power. He looked at Harry and his smile turned brighter, "It sounds like fun. Both you and Gokudera-kun are always fighting, haha."
"Th-that's true," Tsuna sounded unsure, though.
"Then it's settled," Reborn sounded downright gleeful. "Then Gokudera and Harry will switch places to see how it is to be in each other's shoes!"
One second...
Two...
Three...
"What the fuck!?"
"..." Harry groaned and let his head fall back hit Tsuna's bed.
He really should have took that nap.
-0-0-0-
Fixing his uniform, Harry cast one last sullen look at the bathroom mirror. Today was the day he was 'switching places' with Gokudera, meaning- as Reborn had stated- Harry will act like Gokudera and be Tsuna's Right Hand Man. In turn, Gokudera will be Harry, and make sure no trouble came their way for the day. Or days, Reborn teased, considering they were going to be doing this charade until Gokudera and Harry became BFFs.
Harry added the BFFs part, because he was sure Reborn didn't care that much.
"Here goes nothing," Harry muttered, and it was almost his catchphrase. Here goes nothing; it was something he always silently said whenever he did reckless things, such as forcing himself to eat Bianchi's food in front of Nana; or when I-pin grew flustered and Harry couldn't just throw her into the sky like Yamamoto, in a place full of civilians, and had to curl his own body around the small 5 year old to protect others from damage. Or that time he cross-dressed because Reborn haggled him into-
You know what, Harry was just going to stop there.
"Harry-nii," Lambo greeted him, cheerfully. Most of those who were living in the Sawada household was in the dining room, seated at the table. "Mama made breakfast, and Lambo had this much bacon!" He gestured an absurd amount, grinning.
"Oh?" Harry grinned. "Did you save some for me?" He picked Lambo up from his seat, sliding in, and settled Lambo back down onto his lap. I-pin had grown stiff the moment he entered, trying to control her breathing; she gave him a shy glance, and nodded at him in greeting.
"No!" Lambo huffed, smug smile on his face. "All of it is Lambo's!" He cackled, and Harry rolled his eyes. He reached forward and grabbed a piece of bacon from Lambo's plate, ignoring his protest. As he chewed on it, Harry realized that this breakfast was surprisingly western.
"Are you ready for today's training?" Reborn asked, mouth full. Bianchi was sitting beside him, seething; Harry wiggled his fingers at her, and she bared her teeth. Yikes.
"I guess?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "I mean, I feel like I don't really have much of a choice," he laughed, nervously. Lambo glanced between Reborn and Harry, confused. He was running greasy little fingers over the bandages on Harry's arm, used to seeing them from Harry's training at the Bovino's.
"Whatcha' talkin' bout?" Lambo asked, looking at Harry.
"Er," Harry didn't know how to word it. "...Role Playing...game?"
"Eh!?" Lambo looked offended. "You're playing a game without me, the awesome Lambo?" I-pin shot her own offended look at Lambo.
"Lambo, be polite to Harry-nii!" I-pin scolded, but Lambo ignored her to turn watery green eyes towards Harry. Harry steeled his spine, and in hopes to soothe hurt nerves, began to pet Lambo's defying-the-laws-of-space fuzzy hair.
"I wanna play!" Lambo demanded.
"Ah," Harry risked a glance at Reborn.
"No."
"Sorry, Lambo," Harry said, after Reborn's blunt rejection. "It's a grown-up thing." Harry was going to say big boy thing, but he already tells Lambo that he was a big boy, and denying him that title now would literally reduce Harry's ways of complimenting him into doing stuff.
Lambo looked close to tears, before he determinedly looked away from Harry. He hopped off of Harry's lap, and Harry watched in concern as he sulked on the floor. He was making his way towards the entrance of the kitchen, sniffing rather loudly.
And then he turned and cackled, hands flying up to his hair and digging around. "AS IF A SIMPLE REJECTION IS GOING TO DETER LAMBO-SAMA!" He pulled out the 10 year bazooka, and jumped into the canon, pulling the string.
Harry facepalmed, as a puff of pink smoke enveloped apart of the kitchen. Nana was oblivious as she continued to cook, and everyone looked rather unaffected. Even Bianchi, though she looked politely curious and- fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck-!
The smoke cleared, and 15 year old Lambo stood, blinking.
"LAMBO, RUN!" Harry warned, shooting up from his seat to dart towards him. He almost made it before something tripped him and he face planted the floor. Glancing down, Harry realized that it was netting tangling his legs- his gaze wandered over to Reborn, who smirked at him.
"Harry-nii-" Lambo sounded happy to see him, before taking note of Harry's warning. A dark aura filled the room, and Lambo's head whipped around to Bianchi. Bianchi had stood roughly from her spot at the kitchen table, hair floating around her as she slowly tilted her head up to peer at Lambo with a vindictive look.
Scary.
"Romeo," Bianchi stated, voice dark.
And that's all it took for Lambo to shriek and run, into the front hallway and out the door. Bianchi raced after him, and Harry watched helplessly from his spot on the floor, struggling to get out of the netting. That- that could have went better, Harry thought. He wanted to help, but Reborn obviously had other plans for him.
"Remember your training today, gattino," Reborn said, sweetly.
Of course. How could he forget?
"Good morning- HIIEE, HARRY-SAN!?" Tsuna finally staggered in, looking half-dead. He quickly became awake when he caught Harry trying to untangle his legs and in the end, giving up and using his Lightning Flames to become sharp and just cut through. "What happened?"
His body still ached from the overuse of his Lightning Flames, and Harry managed a weak smile at Tsuna. "Good morning, Tsu-kun," he greeted. "And I wouldn't be concerned about what happened, haha." He shot a glance at an innocent Reborn, who resumed eating both his plate and Bianchi's. "I'd more concerned about what's going to happen today," he sighed.
Tsuna helped him up, making a face. "What does that even mean, Harry-san?"
Harry set his expression to a grim one, and he smiled at Tsuna rather sullenly, "Because today, I'm going to be your Right Hand."
-0-0-0-
He had nothing, nothing, against being the Right Hand. He didn't! Honestly!
It was just-
Harry did attract the attention of a lot of trouble.
-0-0-0-
"If the 10th gets hurt while under your care," Gokudera threatened, low. "I'll skin you."
Harry raised his hands defensively, smiling nervously. Surely, it wouldn't be that bad- right? Right!? "Put a little more faith in me, Gokubaka," Harry told him. "Tsuna won't kneel over and die simply because I'm right there, haha. We're in the same class, too, so it's not like you're going to be that far away."
"I don't need a Right Hand," Tsuna muttered, looking at both of them worriedly.
"Oh come on, this will be fun!" Yamamoto tried to encourage.
"What did you call me, idiot?" Gokudera ignored both of them, narrowing his eyes at Harry. Sparks flew in between their gazes, as Gokudera scowled at him. Harry just laughed, nervously. His fingers tapped against his desk.
"Handsome?" Harry mused. "Smart? Genius? Or, did you mean," Harry leaned forward, voice going a bit more playful than he intended. "Goku~ Baka~"
"I'm going to kill you," Gokudera snarled, hands immediately having dynamite in their grasps. Students around them gaped, and Harry was thankful that not all the students were in class. They had two free periods in a row, considering that one was their free period, and another teacher couldn't have made it so just gave them 'basic work' to do. Not that anyone was doing it.
"Looking at your face everyday already kills me a little on the inside, everyday, Goku-chan," Harry stated, standing up from his desk. Both of them were standing up to their full height, though Gokudera was taller than Harry. Harry had a delicate frame, shorter than most boys on average- he was taller than Tsu-kun, though, so that was a plus. "So no worries about that, right?"
"Guys," Tsuna piped up, nervously. Yamamoto's eyes flicked from Gokudera and Harry, expression eerily blank. "You two shouldn't fight, not in class," or ever, was the silent plead in Tsuna's statement.
"Yeah, we're all in this game together," Yamamoto decided to say, with an easygoing smile on his face. Harry made a face, glancing at Gokudera who looked like he was barely restraining himself from throwing himself at Harry. Harry blew out a forceful sigh, and hunched his shoulders, showing his lack of will to fight-
That was, until he felt the barrel of a gun press into his back. "Not so fast, gattino," Reborn's squeaky voice said. "As Right Hand, you can't back down so easily from an unruly subordinate." Harry stiffened, as Gokudera's eyes flashed with rage.
"You're unfit to be the 10th's Right Hand!" Gokudera snarled, and lunged for him.
And then Reborn shot Harry.
Oh- Harry fell to the ground, making Gokudera stop short from his lunge. Reborn really won't stop until they finish this training, will he? What a...shame...
"REBORN! FINISH REBORN'S TRAINING WITH MY DYING WILL!"
-0-0-0-
Being shot with a Dying Will Bullet was an experience. Harry was so sure he was going to die, but he wasn't scared- just really, really regretful of the fact that Reborn wouldn't let up on his training until Harry was a good Right Hand.
His Flame was Lighting. It buzzed underneath him, settling in his core, and- it was like everything blinked out for a moment, a terrifying moment of numb, before his Flames reacted violently, surging through him.
It cackled and lashed out, and Harry never felt the very intense need to finish Reborn's training. It was like nothing else mattered at this point.
This was a terrifying feeling.
-0-0-0-
Short end of it? Harry caused mass destruction in their classroom, and somehow, Tsuna and the rest (including him) ended up on the roof. Harry was panting hard, as the high wore off, and he was staring wide-eyed at the trio of boys in front of him. Gokudera was staring at him, eyes wide; Harry let his posture slouch a bit, and he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
His body ached.
"Ow, ow, ow," Harry complained, for lack of anything better to say. "That was-" He swallowed, glancing away from their blank looks. This was getting... uncomfortable. "...I'm sorry," he apologized, ducking his head.
"I-" Tsuna looked bewildered. "I don't even know what happened, to be honest." He grimaced, trying to put the pieces together. "You punched a teacher, I think," he admitted, horrified.
Harry paled. "...A-ah-"
"Hahahaha!" Yamamoto broke the tense silence, with his easygoing demeanor. "That was pretty interesting, Harry-kun!" He grinned at Harry. "Were you rehearsing for something? Are you a part of a play?"
"Idiot," Gokudera finally spoke, a begrudging look at Harry. "Like I said before, unfit to be the 10th's Right Hand."
"I know!" Harry threw his hands up, startling the other boys. He ignored the intense pain at the stretch of his muscles, the strain of his limbs and nerves that his Lightning Flame had on his body. "I'm not, I admit it- I never said that I would be a good Right Hand!" He snapped, crossing his arms defensively. He scowled at the sky. "I don't know what Reborn wanted with this whole exercise." He mumbled, at last, sullen.
"It was a test to see who was the better Right Hand-"
"It was to make both you and Gokudera-kun like each other more," Tsuna interrupted, quietly. Gokudera gaped at him, and he flushed, laughing nervously. "I- I can see where he was coming from. But I do think using the Dying Will bullet on Harry was a bit extreme," at this, he eyed Harry's body with concern.
Harry flushed at the look, realizing that he was standing on the roof in front of the others in just his boxers. There were bandages wrapped tight around his torso, and arms, spidering down to wrap themselves tight around his legs. If his torso was fully wrapped, no doubt he'd look like a mummy in the flesh- did mummies have flesh?
His glove rested comfortably on his hand.
"Yeah, you got a lot of injuries, Harry-kun!" Yamamoto piped up, eying him with concern.
Gokudera didn't look at him, arms crossed and lips pursed.
Harry felt like he needed to say something, "...I never doubted your position as the Right Hand, Hayato," he said, and Gokudera jerked, head whipping around to stare at him. He smiled, a bit bitterly, "Don't you think I already know that I'm unfit to be anything like that? I do get into trouble a lot, it's like a second nature to me. If I'm not purposely focusing on something, I get distracted easily; I'm sometimes too much of a smartass for my own good, much less for the good of others-" He took a deep breath, and steeled himself, staring at Gokudera. "I don't need a reminder of how troublesome I am every time I hang out with you guys, though."
Troublesome.
Too troublesome.
Just like the freak he was.
Wait. He wasn't a freak. He was awesome. Marisa told him that. Lambo told him that.
Now all he had to do was believe it.
"As Right Hand, Gokudera," Reborn appeared, like how he magically always did, and he landed on Harry's head. Harry winced, but stayed still. "You need to have more faith in Harry, and more trust; Harry does a lot for the Family, outside of his time with you guys."
Gokudera winced, but he scrutinized Harry. "Like what?" It wasn't...mean, but curious. Grudgingly curious, but still! Harry perked up a bit at the thought of a warmer relationship with Gokudera, even if he was still embarrassed at being shot with the Dying Will bullet (speaking of which, he didn't want to experience again), and in his underwear.
"Let's find out," was Reborn's reply, and he hopped off of Harry's head. Harry felt a little off-balance at the loss of weight, and he was about to watch Reborn pad off to the side curiously before the door to the roof blew open. An ominous feeling tickled his spin, and Harry slowly, slowly, turned around to meet eyes with dangerous acidic silver ones.
Shit.
"Herbivore," Hibari greeted, voice monotone and cold. Harry straightened up, and widened his stance, despite his aching body. His Lightning Flames felt a bit drained, and in turn, he felt exhausted- but it was barely noon! Willing his Flames to rise to the surface of his skin, he made sure to keep his eyes on Hibari.
It would be dangerous to look away from the predator, after all.
"Yo, dude," Harry greeted, with a grin. Hibari's eyes narrowed. Good, he made sure to include his 'disgusting' Italian accent into his greeting. "What a surprise, Hibari-kun! I didn't know you ate lunch here, haha."
"It's not lunchtime, herbivore," Hibari stated, calmly. Too calmly. His tonfas were already out, and gleamed dangerously in the sunlight. "I will bite you to death," no matter how many times Harry heard it, that phrase made him laugh nervously. It sounded silly to sound so threatening, but it did.
"I like pain," Harry said, and his Lightning Flames were channeled into the glove he was wearing. He wasn't good at long range, preferring the method of packing a lot of weight into a punch, but he was tired and he wouldn't have such good control over his Flames like that anyways- so lifting his hand, he made a finger gun at Hibari, who smirked, and said, "Bang."
Lightning striked, and Hibari was charging at him, having dodged the attack just a few bare moments of before it hit.
"It's Harry's duty," he could hear Reborn say, as he deftly dodged a series of swipes from the bloody perfect. "His duty it to make sure no harm comes to you guys. He's been fighting Hibari every day, since he came; Hibari has it out for you, dame-Tsuna," Tsuna let out a strangled sound, "but Harry draws his attention away."
Harry grunted when a tonfa clipped him upside the head, and he rolled with it, letting himself be practically thrown across the roof. He landed on his side, but he got up, spitting blood out and staring with wide-eyes at the perfect.
Hibari just smirked, and advanced.
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Tsuna almost couldn't believe this was the same Harry that usually hung out with him, and was now fighting Hibari, almost on equal footing. He gaped at the fight, Reborn's words ringing in his head- was that true? Harry had been fighting against someone as scary as Hibari everyday? For- he flushed, for him?
He didn't want Harry to get hurt because of him! Tsuna felt bad at noticing how injured Harry really was, and not thinking much about it. With Bianchi after him when he hung around Tsuna's house, and being hounded after by a bloody Perfect at school, with also dealing with the kids rather dangerous -explosive- games-
Tsuna felt bad.
Glancing at his two friends, he realized that they felt similar too. Yamamoto was oddly serious, eyes trained on Harry and fists clenched. Gokudera was making a face at the fight, and Tsuna couldn't decipher what he was feeling.
Unbeknownst to them, Reborn smirked knowingly.
"Do you doubt his ability to the Family now, Gokudera?" Reborn asked, bringing their attention back to him. That was almost a hard thing, especially when Hibari kneed Harry and he grunted, before kicking him away and Harry just picking himself back up, wiping blood from his chin and smiling determinedly. Like he was used to this. Tsuna sulked, he probably was- how could he have not noticed that one of his friend's was going through so much?
"..." Gokudera let out a shuddering breath, and stood up, face set. "Reborn, is your training still in progress?" Tsuna blinked, confused. Reborn nodded, and Gokudera smiled, pulling his dynamite out. "Then I might as well complete my half of it, then," he said, before he joined the fight with a bang-
Tsuna wanted to cry when Gokudera almost blew both Hibari and Harry up to kingdom come, Harry yelping as a part of his hair caught on fire. He patted it out frantically, turning accusing green eyes at them.
Gokudera winced, "Sorry."
Harry examined him, letting out a huff of amusement, "Don't worry about it, I'm used to it. Give a guy a little warning next time, will ya'?"
"Explosives aren't allowed at school, herbivore," Hibari looked at Gokudera, looking a bit peeved at the small interruption with his fight with Harry. "Do you want to die?"
"Kinky bastard," Gokudera started, making both Yamamoto and Tsuna choke. Harry let out a snort of amusement. Gokudera moved to stand beside Harry, who seemed practically vibrating with energy, a sudden smile on his face. It was almost...endearing. If Harry didn't look like he was a masochist with a fetish for bandages.
But still.
"You mess with him, you mess with us," Gokudera continued, with a smirk. More dynamite appeared in his hands, all of them mysteriously lit. "As Right Hand of the 10th, I wouldn't be a good one if I let a fellow subordinate fight alone."
Harry looked blank, before he gushed sweetly, "Aw, I love you too-" Gokudera kicked Harry forward, making him stagger forward with a yelp.
"Shut up," Gokudera muttered, ears red.
Hibari eyed both of them, before smirking. He readied himself with his tonfas again, as Harry stood awkwardly in front of him, only a few strides away from him. Gokudera looked tense, and then-
Hibari attacked, and things descended into chaos.
But- Tsuna watched as Gokudera and Harry fought together, Harry doing more of the closer up attacks, with Gokudera doing more of the long ranged ones. They- they made a good team. Reborn seemed downright pleased.
Yamamoto just looked a bit put out, "Maa, maa," he turned towards Reborn, smile tight. "I want to help too." Reborn hummed, lightly, before saying a very blunt rejection. Yamamoto blinked, "Why not?"
Tsuna didn't want to sit around either, watching his friends fight without him- for him. It- it didn't feel right!
"This is just for Gokudera and Harry," Reborn commented. Tsuna sighed, watching the rest of the fight unfold- could anyone really defeat Hibari? Surely, Harry has, right? "And besides," Tsuna jerked when he felt Reborn's mocking gaze on him, and he met endless black eyes. Scary. "If you want to get your ass kicked, I'm sure there will be many opportunities for you as the next Vongola Boss."
I didn't say anything! Tsuna gawked.
"I- I DON'T EVEN WANT TO BE A MAFIA BOSS!"
-0-0-0-
It's been a few weeks after that incident, but Harry likes to think that both he and Gokudera were friendlier. Sure, he still teased the hell out of Gokudera, and Gokudera still thought he was dumb most of the times- but he no longer questioned Harry's existence in the Family! That really took most of the weight off his shoulders, weight he didn't even know he had.
Harry felt like a new man~
N-...well, not that he'd ever say that out loud.
Harry was wandering the market part of Namimori, two grocery lists in his hand. One for the Sawada's, and one for himself. He wasn't kidding about being easily distracted at times, so he made sure to make a list for things like this.
It was going great, until he met eyes with a kid just made him pause.
It didn't help that said kid's eyes widened, and started running towards him. Harry wanted to run away, too used to this from Lambo and I-pin. I-pin only ran at him to clutch at him while her timer ticked down, and Lambo usually ran with grenades in hand in his own game of hot potato.
When the kid came close enough, he stopped and stared at Harry with an awed expression. Harry smiled nervously. "...Hello?" He waved, eying him. "...Can I help you?"
The kid nodded, and well- Harry wasn't expecting that. Harry laughed, lamely, of course this kid needed help. Why else run to a stranger in public? But this made Harry's tiny hairs stand on end. "You're Harry," the kid breathed, face flushing with excitement. Harry stared: yup, that's me. "I'm Fuuta de la Stella," the kid rushed to introduce himself, forcibly grabbing Harry's hand and shaking it.
"...Wait, Fuuta de la Stella?" Harry blinked, and his own eyes widened. The famous informant kid!
"Uh-huh," Fuuta nodded, earnestly. "You're Harry, I have some rankings on you!" Harry tensed at that, blood draining from his face. Curious, but curiosity killed the cat, right? Then again, satisfaction brought it back again... but he couldn't abuse this kid's power. "You're ranked 1 on your weakness to kids," Harry flushed. "You're also ranked in the top 100th of having the most potential to be a promising mafioso!"
Feeling oddly flattered, Harry tried to stop him, "Hey, you don't have to tell me this, you know?"
"You're also ranked 5th in those who are naturally unlucky!" Fuuta paused, squinting at him. "Same goes for your lucky ranking." Doesn't those two contradict each other, though? Harry shook his head, intent on not hearing more. As much as it was interesting to hear about him- this kid needed help, right?
"Hey, hey-"
"You're also really popular, Harry-nii," Fuuta continued, eagerly. "Especially in the wizarding world!"
At this, Harry stopped, and stared at Fuuta.
Wizarding world?
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I'm ashamed that this is all I got finished.
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I'll make sure future updates are better, haha.
-mms
