Xx Amnesia xX
Summary : After a legendary battle where he singlehandedly dealt with a giant rival mafia family, Vongola Decimo disappeared without a trace. Two years later, the Rain and Storm Guardians found an ordinary, pathetically clumsy dark brown-haired man uncannily similar to their disappearing boss in a FREAKING FAMILY-RUN CAFÉ! Semi-AU/TYL
Disclaimer : I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. It's Akira Amano's. I just messed her work with weird ideas :P!
Warning : This is a HUMOUR and FLUFFY fic!
Chapter 3
Who?
"Extreeeeeeeeeeeeemmmmmmmeeee!"
At this, all the other occupants immediately covered their ear protectively by instinct. Then they took some time to recover to confront the new unsettling (or, more accurately, annoying) intruder. The man before them was a man of white hair, crew-cut styled, with a scar on the face and well-tanned skin. His clothed(?) fists gave away him as a boxer.
"You, turf-top, could you lower your voice just a bit! It shocked me!," the silver-haired immediately retorted, suggesting his intimacy with the loud-mouth man.
"IT'S YOUR FAULT FOR BEING A COWARD!," an even ear-damaging roar was the response.
This shocked practically every person in the room, mafiasi and 'citizens' alike, making them twitch at the noise. But the person who seemed to be struck the worst was…
"Hieeeeeeeeeeeeee! My ears!"
The so-called 'leader of the feared Italian mafia world.'
More than anyone, not to mention the silver-haired, the brunet here was probably the real 'coward.'
"You, Turf-top!, Say sorry for putting Juudaime in danger of having a heart attack!," demanded Gokudera protectively.
"S-Sorry, Sawada," said the 'turf-top' meekly.
Everybody sweatdropped. How could his reactions be so different from one person to another?
"U-uh, it's ok," Shou forgave meekly, still hiding behind Giotto. But somehow his shaking seemed to stop and a strange bubbly feeling of familiarity bloomed in his heart at the sight of the white-haired and silver-haired arguing.
Giotto signed after the total chaos happening to him all that day, examining the suspicious men in his shop. He seemed to ponder quietly in his seat for a while before interrupting them by firing a question to Shou,
"Hey, Shou, what are you going to do now?"
"Eh?"
"Now that your acquaintances are here, aren't you going back with them? You have no need to stay here any longer..."
True, Shou thought. But he then recalled his past year with the blond and his 'regulars.' How they accepted him and treated him kindly despite his hopeless clumsiness and dubious identity. He now saw them as his family. To suddenly part with them would be...
"No, I want to stay here, Giotto-san!," replied Shou with rare determination in his eyes.
With that, all the guardians there were stirred.
"Y-You must be EXTREMELY joking!"
"Ha ha, Tsuna, that's quite funny," added Yamamoto.
"J-Juudaime! But everyone is waiting for you! More importantly, there are piles of paperwork waiting to be signed"
Oddly, the word 'paperwork' sent a chill down Shou's spine. It shouldn't be such a danger or a bane of his existence ( he didn't even know how the latter idea popped up in his head ), right?
Anyway, he was not sure if he really knew them in the past memory he lost or not, so...
"B-But I can't remember knowing you guys now...," reasoned the brunet shyly.
Again, the silver-haired couldn't take those words from the brunet anymore, so he approached, gripped and shook the
spiky-haired hysterically (and not so carefully), "J-J-J-Juudaime! Please remember! You are the boss of our famiglia! The Vongola!"
"Hiieeee~!"
It seemed that Gokudera had completely forgot this 'Dame' version of his boss, and considering the fact that in this condition he didn't know him well, it must have been terrible for him to try understanding and tolerating the silver-haired's relatively vigorous and over-the-top action.
"D-Don't touch me anymore!," spurted the brunet. Well, it was too much for his chicken brain.
"J-Juudaime rejected me..."
Heartbroken by the harsh words (said unwittingly), Gokudera decided to, "Then I shall end my life here!," plucking out a bomb out of nowhere.
"H-Hey! S-Stop! T-T-Time out! What are you going to do!?," stuttered the startled brunet, seeing the highly explosive object.
"Oh, Juudaime, you're as forgiving as ever," said Gokudera, moved, putting the dynamite back in place. Rubbing tears from his eyes.
"N-No," explained the brunet shyly, looking down, "I-It w-would be d-difficult to c-clean up a-all the corpses and BLOOD after the explosion..."
(And he said that in stutters! )
All the guardians perked their ears with hope at that.
"J-Juudaime, did you just gain your (sadistic) self back?," asked the silver-haired, though quietly so that the brunet wouldn't hear well. (for fear that he might snap. Why? Past experiences.)
His train of thought was interrupted by an 'idiotic' round of laughter of a certain black-haired man, and "oh, this sushi looks great!"
Crap, he forgot to keep other guardians' behaviours in check ( a duty of a right hand )!
Gokudera marched and grabbed the man's arm, "Hey, baseball-freak, why did you waste time making sushi instead of helping the tenth recover, huh?"
Yamamoto then whispered his secret plan in the ear of the silver-haired, who later made "Oh," and "Ah" in understanding and patted his fellow's back, "Good idea! Quite rare from you, but good job!"
The black-haired only gave a shy laughter in response and turned to urge the others to eat his sushi.
"Umm~," squeaked everyone in unison, delighting in the wonderful taste.
"That's very good, black-haired!," praised Giotto.
"It's Yamamoto," added Yamamoto good-naturedly," The silver-haired, sulky man is Gokudera, and the lively, white-haired is Sasagawa."
"Oh, thanks for the meal, then, Yamamoto-kun," smiled Giotto, extending his right hand for a shake.
Yamamoto shook back firmly, "Hey, by the way, do you need more cooks here?"
Giotto could almost jumped at Yamamoto hearing that. You see, he and the brunet were not great cooks (understatement?), "Y-Yes, definitely! definitely!"
Yamamoto smiled brightly at that, "I don't need money, but in return could you let us all stay at yours, well with Tsu– I mean – Shou!"
"O-Oh, of course, if that's all you wanted," permitted the blond, slightly surprised, but, well, no budget concerns.
Consequently, the troublesome, nerve-racking guardians became part of this family-run cafe (probably to the brunet's terror).
_Next morning_
"That's why I'm saying there is no such thing as 'extra robust cappuccino.' Go order the freaking espresso if you want 'extra robust' !," snapped a certain silver-haired.
"Sh-Shut up! Giotto could always make me one," retorted G, "Are you telling me you are incapable of making a mere cup of coffee for your customer?"
Gokudera blushed at that but still argued, "I-it's not that. It's just simply w-weird!"
"Ha-ha, you're extremely incapable, octopus head,"
laughed the crew-cut man.
"What do ya mean by octopus head!," barked back both 'octopus-heads' (pink and silver) in rare unison.
The silver-haired now wore a simple white T-shirt and a black fitting jean, not his usual neat suit, and a red apron. His hair was tied into ponytail. (not so 'octopusy', then?)
Likewise, the white-haired wore his sporty outfit (as he usually wore for morning laps), and a yellow apron. It wasn't very formal, but nobody minded...
"Anyway, Turf-top, just don't fool around. At least use your excessively loud voice to attract customers or something!," Gokudera rubbed back.
"Oh, good idea!," was the response from the ever-so-dense Ryohei.
Gokudera face-palmed. Couldn't he read the sarcasm between the lines?
"(Yawn~), good morning, everyone, good job," said the half-awaken Giotto, hair a bit dishellved. He wore his usual bartender-like outfit (shirt, sleeves rolled up, with a bow and a vest) along with a black apron.
"G-Good morning," said the following brunet shyly. He was in a casual black shirt and a brown trousers with an orange apron.
"Good morning, Juudaime!," greeted Gokudera as enthusiastically as ever, bowing respectfully. (Cue the brunet sweat-dropped. Why it's so familiarly over-the-top?)
"Ha-ha, Morning, both of you!," joined the black-haired popping from the kitchen.
Yamamoto wore a full chef uniform. (wasn't that too much?) He seemed to forget his hat, though.
"Extremely good morning!"
G smiled gently, "Morning" A pause. "Hey, Giotto! Extra robust cappuccino!"
"Ok ok. I know it," said Giotto languidly, tightening the waist bow of his apron and going behind the counter.
The brunet picked up a broomstick and went on sweeping quietly as usual. The silver-haired immediately offered his help only to be kindly refused (to his grief).
Ryohei and Yamamoto chatted vivaciously together.
G couldn't help but smiling slightly at the lively sight. The cafe used to be very lonely, especially before the brunet came. It was only run by Giotto and situated in a remote island with a small village of fishermen (who would not waste money on just a cup of coffee).
Ring~
The door bell rang, informing the arrival of another customer. This time it was a middle-age man of jet black hair and traditional Japanese nobleman-like clothing. (I don't know how to put it clearly . Let's say he's a shinto priest. Well, considering this time frame.)
"Ohayou, Asari!," greeted Giotto in the said man's native tongue.
"Ohayoudegozaru, G, Giotto, Shou and err—," Asari looked around, noticing three new faces.
"Oh, yeah, you haven't met them yet," said Giotto, rubbing the back of his spiky bush apologetically, "The silver-haired man is Gokudera. The black-haired is Yamamoto. He's also Japanese and our great chef. The crew-cut man is Ryohei, Japanese as well."
Asari grinned in delight after having heard that, "It's such a pleasure to meet a lot of fellow countrymen," bowing humbly.
Giotto turned to the three, "This is my good Japanese friend, Asari. He's a travelling Shinto priest, but he's been staying in Italy for five years. His flute is also the best."
Asari laughed softly, "That's a flattery."
The three 'Japanese' men looked at the priest in awe, so Japanese in manners! However, it is too old-fashioned (as if he popped out of a historical film!) .
"Seccha (humble I) was wondering if it is possible to have breakfast," said Asari to Yamamoto.
What a complicated, roundabout way of speech!
"Yup!," replied casually Yamamoto, smiling.
Similar in appearance. Contrasting in attitude.
"Is sushi ok?," asked Yamamoto.
Again? As expected from a sushi restaurant kid.
"Oh, that would be great. Seccha haven't had morning sushi for a while."
Yamamoto grinned, accepting the order. Before heading back to his kitchen, he called out to the brunet, "Hey, Tsu—no— Shou! Would you like to help me make sushi."
The brunet was about to refuse, but the blond encouraged otherwise, "Go, Shou! It's your duty anyway."
With that, Shou nodded and meekly followed Yamamoto.
As they reached the small kitchen behind the counter, Yamamoto took the fresh salmon and tuna out of the fridge ( Just where did he get them from? ) . Shou was told to cook some rice, so he did. After the rice was cooked, and the fish sliced into rightly thin pieces, they really put the rice in a bamboo bowl to cool down and put some vinegar, sugar and salt. While Shou was mixing the rice, he started to have this strange sensation in a flash.
He used to make sushi just like this before!
The brunet caught sight of the black-haired Japanese before him and recalled…
With this person!
Why?
Shou tried to dig in the vague mind of his, finding and accumulating the bits of scattered memory there. Where was it? When was it? How did I know him?
Then a mental image popped up.
- "Let's make sushi to cheer Gokudera up!," he heard himself say.
Gokudera? Isn't that the silver-haired, creepy guy there?
Shou began to wonder if he really knew them as they claimed.
Still, he couldn't remember how he knew them, and he couldn't recognise their faces.
Why? What? Who? How? Where?
Then there was another influx of blurry images into his mind.
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.
.
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"Aaarrggghhhhhh!," Shou suddenly screamed, startling Yamamoto.
"Tsuna! What happens!?"
But his words didn't seem to reach the brunet, who was clutching his head because of the blinding headache.
To be continued...
Author's note
Quite a long chapter here (by my standard)! There's a big development as well. Guess if Tsuna/Shou would be able to remember anything after this :P? That's the suspense for you 3!
But I can now reveal that there are going to be more guardians and first gen coming! Any suggestions for the next appearance are welcome :)!
And thank you everyone for the supportive reviews (both praises and constructive criticisms there. I really appreciate it! ). Anyway, I am still confused about the spacing thingy : Could you illustrate how to do the right spacing? (Since I'm so dense about this... I'm sorry. I'm such a stupid lady :S!)
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