Chapter four
Ring! Ring!
"Hello"
"Milady"
"Rudolph. Is that you?"
"Yes, Milady"
"How are you Rudolph?"
"I'm fine Milady"
"So…why did you call me?"
"I'll be coming to Namimori to meet you."
"What! But why"
"Milady, I'll meeting you at XXX restaurant near the train station tomorrow at 12 pm."
"Huh?"
"Goodnight Milady."
"Oie, Rudolph wait.."
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"Is something wrong Yuri-chan?" Tsuna asked rubbing his eyes before looking at the clock. It was two in the morning.
"Its nothing Tsuna-kun.." Yuri sighed placing her phone on the table. "You can go back to sleep"
"Ok.." Tsuna said going back to sleep and was out in a minute. This was not the case for Yuri though… She could not sleep for the rest of the night.
'Why does Rudolph want to meet me?'
"Ara, Yuri-chan why are you not eating your breakfast?" Nana asked refilling Lambo's rice bowl.
"I'm not hungry mama." Yuri said with a weak smile. "Plus I'll be meeting someone for lunch today."
"Oh. Have fun then!" The older woman said smiling.
"I'm off mama!" Yuri said leaving the house.
"Be back soon!" Nana said waving her hand.
"Bring grape candies for me mama!" Lambo shouted waving at his mama.
"Hai!"
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At XXX restaurant, a handsome young man with cherry red hair that had been gelled back perfectly was peacefully sipping on his cup of piping hot chocolate. He was wearing a black Armani suit and a maroon button down shirt. Men and woman alike were stealing glances of the handsome man until their attention was diverted towards the reception of the restaurant.
A girl no older than thirteen with a prosthetic right leg wearing baggy old clothes was fighting with the manager.
"I cannot allow a brat like you to enter!" The manager yelled before pointing at the girl's clothes. "Your clothes look like they were bought at the flea market."
Yuri gritted her teeth. "Are you kidding me? What is wrong with my clothes old man?"
"Why you!" The manager grabbed Yuri by her scarf and was about to slap her when a hand stopped him.
The manager turned back and was faced with an angry looking redhead who would not hesitate to wipe him from the face of the earth.
"Don't even try…" The man growled nearly breaking the manager's hand.
"I-I'm s-sorry sir!" The manager squeaked and ran away to the kitchen.
"Took you long enough. Rudolph." Yuri huffed fixing her plain white scarf.
"Milady" Rudolph greeted kneeling on one knee and bowed his head in respect.
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"So why did you want to meet me?" Yuri asked munching on her french-fries.
"Milady you should not talk while eating" Rudolph said wiping Yuri's face with a napkin.
"Stop babying me and answer my question" Yuri pouted back.
Rudolph sighed and straightened his back.
"I'm here to check on you by master's orders." Rudolph said. "He has given me the liberty to take you back with me if I feel that you are not faring well"
"What! Are you serious!" Yuri said slamming her fist on the table. "That old geezer…. How dare he interfere in my personal life"
"Actually, he has every right to do so. After all he is your legal guardian till you are deemed an adult. It's a surprise that he still hasn't sent kidnappers to kidnap and bring you back home." Rudolf said, his forest green eyes dead serious.
Yuri huffed and leaned back on her chair and took a sip of her Darjeeling tea.
"I have been informed that you are living with the Sawada Family which is related to the mafia after your money bag was stolen by a thief disguised as a guide. You nearly drowned thanks some crazy girl called Haru Miura, were almost raped by two ruffians while trying to look for your father's locket before Hibari Kyoya saved you." Rudolph said nonchalantly, flipping the pages of his ink black diary, which appeared out of thin air.
Yuri almost choked on her drink.
"How do you know that!" she half yelled.
"I have my connections." Rudolph replied monotonously and transferred his fries onto Yuri's plate. "You should eat more Milady. You are starting to resemble a stick."
"Does dedushka know about this?" Yuri asked nervously taking a bite of her French fries.
Rudolph nodded and turned to a page of his diary.
"You have given him a record thirty heart attacks per day."
Yuri sweatdropped. "Is he okay?"
"Yes. Never better.."
"Okay…"
"How long are you going to stay here?" Yuri asked playing with her fries.
"About a week perhaps." Rudolph said. "I'll be evaluating you."
Yuri sighed before asking. She could never win against Rudolph.
"Where are you staying?"
"I'm staying at xxx hotel. Feel free to visit me anytime Milady." Rudolph said asking the waiter for the bill.
"Also. I heard that you are burning all the gifts master sent you in order to roast some marshmallows." Rudolph had a stern look on his face. "You should not do that. And please wear clothes befitting your status. You are a Morozkova not some roadside hobo for hot chocolate's sake. "
"Haha…" Yuri laughed nervously. 'Rudolph sure is scary.'
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"I'll be taking my leave Milady" Rudolph did a ninety-degree bow.
"Oie, don't do that in public" Yuri said looking embarrassed at all the unwanted attention she was getting. "And stop calling me Milady. It is embarrassing…"
Rudolph looked up, a teasing smile playing on his face.
"Then should I call you Ba…" Yuri who was flushing a bright red quickly cut him off.
"Mou, You know how embarrassed I'm of my first name!" Yuri said burying her face in her scarf. "Call me Yuri. Even Yurochka is fine…"
"But your first name is so cute. Just like you~"
"Hey, stop it!"
"Haha, as you wish Yurochka."
"That's better…."
YURI
When I returned home Tsuna was tending the wounds of a strange little Chinese kid whose head strangely resembled an egg.
"Ah, welcome back Yuri-chan" Tsuna greeted. He had a few scratches on his face.
"Yo!" I said removing my shoes. "Who is she?" I asked pointing at the kid.
"She is I-pin. She'll be staying with us." Tsuna said and placed the antiseptics back in the first aid kit.
"Oh. Hello I-pin" I greeted the little girl and handed her a chocolate bar.
"Xie, Xie" I-pin thanked and took the chocolate bar from me, a light blush playing on her face.
"My, aren't you a cutie!" I exclaimed clasping my hands.
I-pin turned a bright red before strange mahjong tile tattoos appeared on her forehead.
"Oh no!" Tsuna yelled. "The Pinzu Bomb has started its countdown!"
"Pinzu Bomb?" I said tilting my head in confusing.
"Move away Yuri-chan" Tsuna yelled grabbing I-pin and scurrying out of the house.
"Tsuna-kun what's the matter?" I asked.
"Get away Yuri-chan!" Tsuna exclaimed and threw I-pin high up in the air.
"I-pin" I yelled, a horrified look on my face. "Tsuna, why did you do that!?" I shouted grabbing Tsuna's shirt collar and started choking him.
"I-I c-can e-explain!" choked Tsuna.
Boom!
"T-That" he said and fainted.
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"I'm so sorry Tsuna-kun!" Yuri said hanging her head in shame.
"It's okay Yuri-chan. It's not your fault that you didn't know about I-pin's ability" Tsuna said waving the matter off.
"If you say so.." Yuri said burying her head in her scarf.
"Dinner is ready everyone!" Nana shouted.
"Coming mama!" Yuri answered and went down with Lambo and I-pin in tow.
Tsuna sighed and stood up from his chair before tracing his fingers on his neck where Yuri had touched him.
"Yuri-chan's hands were really soft." Tsuna blushed and shook his head in denial.
'Stop acting like a creep Tsuna!" he thought and scolded himself in his mind.
"Oho. I didn't know you were a masochist Dame-Tsuna" smirked Reborn sipping on his twentieth cup of espresso.
"Hie! Reborn, I'm not a masochist!"
"You sure~?" teased Reborn.
"I'm going down for dinner" Tsuna said and went down for dinner with a bright red face.
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"I'm going down for dinner" Tsuna said and hurried down to the kitchen.
Reborn smirked and took out a file from thin air (ya know Reborn and his magic tricks)
Morozkova was written in big bold letters.
He looked through the file before sighing and placing it back. There was not much he knew about Yuri's personal details other than the fact that she was the daughter of a British woman named Mabel Docras and her Russian husband Yurochka. N. Morozkov, a farmer of some sorts.
He had somehow managed to get his hands on some pictures of her dead parents and to say that her father reminded him of someone whose portrait is kept in a room dedicated to the First Generation Guardians of the Vongola would be a huge understatement.
'I wonder if she has 'that' kind of flames'