Chapter 3: Responsibilities (II & III)
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III. Responsibilità (II)
"Ciaossu~", far too accustomed to the glint in those onyx eyes Yukina simply handed a pile of documents to the smirking baby.
"Inside is the damage limit allowed for any future disturbances and destruction, our school budget bank account number— please wire any payments for damages to the account, fees included should you require our help in repairs —a map of the school minus your hideouts but includes club rooms along with their operation times, list of places strictly out of bounds purely because of various irreplaceable objects (paperwork) and the receipt for the deposit Vongola had placed in case of any damages, hospital (mental or otherwise), repairs and fees will be deducted from that amount until it exceeds the available balance or alternate payment of equivalent value is paid", Yukina absently listed in her 'President voice', reaching into one of her desk drawers she pulled out a thick red book at least a few hundred pages long, "here is the Namimori rule guide, simply for formalities sake, Extensive Version listing all rules and regulations and penalties for violations ranging from point demerits to a personal visit from a member of the Disciplinary Committee. This version includes all possible violations that will incur Kyoya's wrath and my own—", she gave him a pointed look, "—it is expected that all students of Namichuu have read through the basic version at minimum. For more information/complaints/suggestions please talk to either the vice-chairman Kusakabe Tetsuya or the chairman Hibari Kyoya."
She sighed as she finished.
Reborn's eyebrows had disappeared into his fedora, Yukina smirked dryly.
"As you pointed out Papa'n I've known you since we were both babies–", she dodged the kick aimed at her head, he deserved it, "— so as soon as I heard you were coming to Japan I had the entire town audited and all properties evaluated and accounted for, sent for another copy of the extensive version of the rule guide compiled by...concerned members of the SC and DC, had it updated and then adjusted the school's budget. That—", she gesture to the files in his hands and the book on her desk, "—is the result which I'd just finished editing."
"...", Yukina made note of the date, time and location as the Sun Arcobaleno stared, stunned, at the objects.
"Well on another note", she smirked wryly, eyeing the infant as he snapped out of his daze to stare almost incredulously at her, "thanks to the audit I've discovered a few...irregularities, and will be taking action soon—", she gestured at one of the files, while eying the amused hitman, "—unless you'd like to...'take care' of it?", she ended, a sharp glint in her eyes.
"Hoh...understood, Dame-Tsuna and his guardians will handle it, bambina", Reborn was highly amused, and proud, especially as his bambina's sapphire eyes gained a sadistic edge.
"Grazié, papa'n", Yukina's smirk widened marginally turning into a small, satisfied smile before her eyes lit up, "oh, but please leave some for mio, the man may have...crossed...a line a few too many times for my taste...your reward will be the files for any guardian candidates you wish, flame potential and ancestry included."
Reborn didn't think his smirk could get any wider until she said those words, he tilted his fedora, "Will do."
When he'd disappeared, her smirk grew smaller, before she simply let out a sigh. Reaching for another page and her pen, she began reviewing over the new club proposals, her expression wiped blank.
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Yukina was sulking— internally —even as her face remained indifferent. She'd been expecting this, the explosions, her childhood friend once more donned in his boxers, even their finding the 40 year old time capsule, what she hadn't been expecting was for it to happen while she was drinking her favourite lemon tea— which Kyoya had gotten especially for her —with the mochi from her favourite shop— Kyoya stopped by on his patrol— with her favourite person— Kyoya. When suddenly..
"REBORNNN! SPLIT THE PLAYGROUND WITH MY DYING WILL!"
She stared longingly at the tea in her hands and the sweet sitting on the table, she didn't have as much of a sweet tooth as some people she knew but she had her moods and her weaknesses...with a sigh she sipped the last of her drink, gestured for Tetsuya to put away the mochi. She walked up to the window, nodding to a clearly furious Hibari Kyoya's before the two simultaneously leapt out the open window.
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Nezu Dohachiro had graduated the dunce of his year 40 years ago, he'd been— simply put —a bully, and still was to this day. He'd hated the trash that dared to look down on him since he was young for no other reason but his pride and bitterness at his lack of talent. He'd barely graduated high school, and entered a third-class nameless university, the only one that'd accepted him. (Even then it took one of the applicants getting into a car accident, another a street fight, a third in jail, a fourth in— you get the point.)
He'd threatened his way to his teachers degree and later bribed a colleague to obtain a few 'documents' for him through certain...sources, and voila, he went from trash to a 'loyal', hardworking and most importantly, elite, Todai graduate teaching at his alma mater because the principal had thought he was such a kind hearted, sentimental young man. So, for the next thirty years he'd boasted of his 'elite' status. He was, for all their knowledge, a graduate of the most prestigious university in Japan! Most of the teachers in Namimori went to the local second-rate universities like Namimori University a university that while may not boast the prestige of Todai was still a respectable school— far more so then his own, but then again, they didn't know that. So he took advantage of this fact, held his head high and his gaze condescending. Throwing his 'degree' around to get the more irritating teachers stand down while he blatantly did as he wished with his students even if all his accomplishments were nothing but a lie!
But no one knew that. (Or at least they aren't supposed to)
If a student did poorly in academics, he'd single out the ones he didn't like most.
If a student was smart, he'd leech off of their achievements.
If a student was popular, or even just had rich parents, he'd let them get away with anything.
The base line was, if you aren't 'special' then he'd treat you as if you didn't exist, if you aren't 'talented' then he'd treat you like your dirt for him to trample on.
He hated those he'd deemed 'talentless' the most, hence, one Sawada Tsunayoshi.
The boy was an absolute pest in his life.
He was clumsy.
He was stupid.
In Nezu's eyes, the boy didn't have any redeeming qualities.
So since he was an elite, even if it was through...unorthodox means, it's only right that he put him in his rightful place. He'd openly and enthusiastically encouraged the use of the boy's 'nickname', he'd turned his head the other way as other students picked on him, he'd call the boy up to answer questions he knew only the smartest, or third-year students, are able to answer and he found joy in the way the other teachers followed his lead.
No one would stick up for the worthless kid.
His future was bleak if he didn't end up killing him self before then, the man would scoff.
He didn't even have any friends!
(Oh, if only you knew, Nezu. If only you knew...)
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By the time Gokudera had presented the 40 year old time capsule, Yuki had long since heard enough. She simply stepped up, Kyoya immediately announcing their presence by flaring his aura, violet flames bubbling under the surface dangerously. Anyone with a gram of self preservation flinched, whimpered, scrambled to get away. Yuki kept walking, in a dangerously calm and deceivingly relaxed way. She walked like a predator on the hunt, camouflaging her intentions with an unrivalled nonchalance.
Gokudera flinched sharply as she walked past him, before forcing his eyes to stare at her small back as she walked in front of him, stopping a few steps away from Nezu. His eyes widened as he saw her casually reading through the capsule's contents, his eyes snapped down to his hands, now empty of the pages without his notice.
'When did she—'
Seeing a chance to save himself, Nezu immediately began spouting his excuses.
"Yukina-san! These hooligans have dared to not only disrespect me but have also decided to destroy half the sch—", he babbled, only to be forcefully cut off as a tonga slammed him a short distance into the ground. His pupils widened as he stared fearfully at the head perfect of the Disciplinary Commmittee.
"Wha—"
"Address her familiarly again, and I'll bite you to death, herbivore", Hibari Kyoya glared warningly at the cowering male. He was impatient, but he knew better to get in his partner's way, especially when she was having fun. Anyway, staff management fell under her jurisdiction. He was only in charge of helping any investigations and carrying out any punishments required.
"Hmm...", Yukina purposely made a few displeased sounds as she pointedly read through each page, maintaining her nonchalant demur even as the man in front of her began to sweat in panic. She ignored him completely, even as the other males watched either in uncomfortable fear (Tsuna), awe (Gokudera) and sadistic satisfaction (Hibari and Reborn) as the twelve year old girl made a grown man over three times her age sweat.
"Nezu Dohachiro...", Yukina finally said, her voice steady and indifferent even as said man stiffened, "...age, 42. Single, well isn't that...unusual—", she commented offhandedly, even as the boys around her suppressed a laugh while the male began to redden, "— Occupation, well, we'll see but for now let's go with teacher hmm?"
She gave a polite smile that didn't reach her eyes, the elder struggling to hold either his temper or his embarrassment, she'd bet on a mix of both.
"Address, 25 XX road, Namimori. Family, parents deceased, no wife or child or even lover, older brother currently a rather successful lawyer in Tokyo, married with two children...yet no record of contact between the two of you for the last 23 years...well now that isn't good, Nezu-san, family should always stick together, no matter how jealous you may be of the other, don't you think?", Yukina chided mildly, as if she was scolding a child. By this point Gokudera had thrown away all notion of subtlety and was holding his stomach as he laughed. Tsuna, despite his initial worry for his childhood friend, let out a few shaky laughs while Kyoya smirked, amused, and Reborn's proud smirk could be seen under his fedora.
Nezu, on the other hand, was unamused.
"How dare you to—", he was once more, unable to continue as a flash of silver slammed into him. Raising his tonfas once more to beat the pathetic herbivore to death, he only paused when Yukina raised a hand, asking him to stand down and wait. Grudgingly, he consented, sending another threatening glare at the herbivore who'd dared to disrespect her.
(Nezu should be glad he was still conscious, but Yukina was far from merciful and Kyoya knew her better then anyone else. It was no coincidence.)
"Well, your family issues aside...", she drawled, emphasising 'family issues' as sapphire eyes took a sharp glint, "lets talk about your education and consequent career, ne~e?"
She took once step closer to him. Then another. All while talking.
"You graduated Namimori Middle school in 19XX, barely according to our files, and entered Namimori High purely because you lived in Namimori", she took another step, never stopping her words, "three years later, once more you found yourself barely able to graduate. This time with nearly twice as many issues from cases of bullying to extortion, complaints from teachers and students alike, all on top of your red-riddled grades."
She was standing above him, looking down on him with a cold smile on her lips, "...simply put. Tsunayoshi might not be the...brightest...of student but surely", she accentuated her words with a careless shrug, "a person teaching mathematics to middle-schoolers would be able to infer that Tsunayoshi's average of 27 marks since the start of the year", she wavednthe Pages pointedly, "...is better then your average of 9 marks in your first year of middle school? Ne? Ne. Zu. San?"
She didn't even bother to listen to his splutters, this time she personally dealt him his due. A step on the ground created large waves, a mini earthquake so to speak, the impact shook the ground, creating a crater around the body while thrusting it into the air. Her feet snagged him midair and threw him up to around her shoulders. Her other leg met his stomach and the 42 year old male found himself slammed into the school wall hard enough to create a deep imprint onto the concrete.
"Well, when all's said and done", she lowered her leg and released her stance, dusting the invisible dirt from her uniform, "one can't help but wander just how a person with no talent, you in particular, managed to get into the most prestigious university in all of Japan", her eyes cooled and out of nowhere she pulled out a file, one of the folders she'd personally handed to Reborn, And she went for the kill, "Nezu Dohachiro, graduate of XX University class, a third rate university, of 19XX in elementary education. No honours to speak of and certainly no Todai certificate... did you know, falsifying documents, school records and diplomas falls under forgery and fraud", she said matter of factory, "and is punishable by level 5 imprisonment which consists of up to 10 years in prison."
She smirked coldly at the man. She, like Kyoya, had made sure not to use enough force to knock him unconscious. She watched as he lost his red flush and paled a deathly white, as cold sweat drenched his imitation brand name suit. His pupils dilated uncontrollable, his nose bloodied and body trembling with fear. She watched as his eyes flickered with countless emotions as the worst case scenarios came to life before his eyes, she knew he was guilty. Best of all was that so did he, and that there was nothing he could do to save himself. More or less appeased she retracted her claws and hid her fangs.
"Hmm~ well, lets not have it end that way, shall we?", her eyes blinked free of emotion, her calm, expressionless mask sliding back in place, she ignored the pathetic relief and hope in his eyes, "Nezu Dohachiro, on behalf of the Student Council I hereby terminate your employment here in Namichuu without compensation as per Article 83 section 7 of your employment contract. All fraudulent documents or information are to be handed to the Committee and as per clause 3, no details of your employment here is to be disclosed in any way, shape or form. You have until 4:30 this afternoon to clear your work station, it is advised that you do not seek any employment in Namimori for the time being, and if you must then please provide the correct document and find employment in your correct area. Should you be found working in anything but Elementary schools or jobs not requiring tertiary education or should you be found continuing to use false documents or credentials then you will be subjected to criminal prosecution."
'Ah, he fainted', she absent noted.
Yuki turned around, walking back towards the speechless group— minus Hibari and Reborn who was watching from afar —she gracefully stepped past the two first-years, throwing another spare uniform on top of Tsuna and giving a small nod to Gokudera, Hibari falling into step beside her even as he sent a glance to Kusakabe, ordering him to clean up. Kusakabe bowed, acknowledging the order, before gesturing for a group of pompadoured males to take action. The men immediately headed to a fainted Nezu, lifting him up and aside and out of the way as one made to call an ambulance and the others began repairing the damage the young kaicho had done.
Tsuna stared, wide-eyed and unseeing as his mind struggled to process just what the hell had happened andwherethehelldidhischildhoodfriendgetthisuniform—?!
Gokudera, on the other hand wasn't much better off, although he had managed to snap out of his reverie as he— and Tsuna —was herded out of the field just as bulldozers and construction workers appeared. (What.)
"Tch...", he clicked his tongue and glanced to the side, 'that ice-freak took all the good parts...'
He had to admit though, although he'll never say it to her face, she'd done a good job. And he might be a little impressed with her. Just a little.
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IV. Responsibilità (III)
The days following that were relatively peaceful for Yuki, aside from doing Reborn the occasional favours, doing paperwork, spending time with Kyoya, doing paperwork, patching up Tsuna after his training from hell and doing paperwork, the only thing that worried her was her childhood 'playmate'.
He was quiet, somber at times and knowing him like she did, that was not a good sign. He still laughed and smiled with her but they were dimmer, not forced like he'd normally do— he knew better to pull that on her —but they were dull enough to make her send Kei out to watch him.
So, when she received a call at 6 PM that said childhood friend was still practicing out on a local field...it was, understandable, that she'd then sent for her spare phone, snatched her jacket and leapt out the window of a four-story house.
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"Ta. Ke. Shi", shivers ran through his body at the sound of a familiar, dangerously calm feminine voice.
"Hahaha..ne-nee-chan...", Yamamoto Takeshi sheepishly laughed, stepping back in fear at the displeased air around the calm faced ravenette, he tried to hide a wince as his bat hit the floor, but he couldn't stop the flinch when her eyes darkened.
"Arm. Now", she ordered, one arm crossed while the other stretched out expectantly.
"Maa, maa nee-chan...", he tried to reason only to gulp as her eyes narrowed marginally, she took a step forward. He stepped back. Another step closer. Another step back. Until she became sick of it and in a blink of an eye, the taller brunette found himself pinned against the equipment shed.
"One last time, Takeshi", she spoke into his ear, he hadn't noticed when his knees had collapsed, "your arm. Now."
Flinching, cold sweat began to drip from his forehead. Unconsciously he began to obey her demand only for pain to burst from his arm and a sharp cry piercing from his lips. His other hand snapped around its counterpart as he bent over in pain, not noticing even as Yukina shouted for an ambulance and coaxed him into a more comfortable position. He didn't notice as she gently pried his pained arm free and wrapped made a makeshift splint with a broom she'd cut cleanly in two and some bandages. He only felt pain, painpainpain, he vaguely heard her voice, calm and soothing as always as darkness enveloped him.
"Takeshi."
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As always Yukina couldn't voice the worry she felt for her childhood playmate and friend. She'd stayed as calm as usually as she almost mechanically directed the medical staff, sending for Committee members to investigate just what had happened and most importantly why. Even though she had a fairly good idea. She ordered Kei, who would be able to sufficiently inform the paramedics of any information required, to go with her friend into the ambulance. But she herself had immediately leapt over rooftops, cutting through the shortest way to the hospital. As soon as she burst through the rooms she'd fired orders, not requests like she would with Kyoya or Reborn, but orders strictly to be obeyed without question. If they wanted to live that is. Her aura, impatient and furious, her eyes, hard and cold, her body, tense and demanding, all conveyed the threat. She was not to be disobeyed or questioned.
She'd sent staff running to prepare, to draw up any important information from allergies to past histories before the paramedics could even call in. She'd gotten his room, the X-Ray, surgeons and surgery rooms, nurses and doctors alike on standby, ready for anything, filled out his basic forms and called Tsuyoshi all before they could hear the distant siren of the ambulance.
Within moments Takeshi was wheeled in, the temporary splint replaced with a proper brace and Mochida Kei easily keeping up as the staff ran in. She waved him over to brief her on his condition.
"Arm broken, if not badly fractured, in at least three places. Have been for a while", he quietly reported, "muscles overworked and torn, back and hip slightly bruised. Shoes signs of stress, lack of sleep and dehydration. He probably hasn't been eating properly as of late as well. I'm sorry, Kaicho, I should've watched him more carefully...", Yukina waved off his apology, what's done is done and even she knew better then to expect a third year studying for his exams to play constant babysitter to a thirteen year old. One who knew better then to overwork himself so. Takeshi had been lucky Kei noticed him while walking to the convenience store. (Of course, that didn't mean either will be let off the hook so easily.)
Yukina wanted to curse, but she simply nodded in acknowledgment, sending Kei off to make arrangements, mainly to clean up the field and oversee the investigation surrounding this incident but also to keep an eye out for Takeshi's father, Yamamoto Tsuyoshi.
She glanced at the clock, it was getting late. Making a few more phone calls she arranged to stay the night here, it was Thursday and it wasn't like she couldn't miss a day off school, she just couldn't miss her paperwork.
Once she was done, she waited.
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The next day, after Tsuyoshi had arrived and spoke with the doctor in charge of his son, Yukina had went to the private room specially set aside and always available for her. She'd went to sleep there, and the next day had woken up as per usual and made a phone call to her partner. Giving him her firsthand report of the incident before he'd given her the results of his investigation.
Everything was as she'd expected.
Of course, she was far from happy.
After giving the newly awaken Takeshi the lecture of his life time, she'd left with a warning not to do anything else stupid, especially while she's away. She was well aware that her lecture had yet to sink into the baseball star's selectively thick skull, and that her warning would mostly be ignored, forgotten and then outright disobeyed but she knew there isn't anything left for her to do. Besides, she had work to do that while not as important as her friend's life, is still urgent enough for her to leave him for a few days, she'll be back as soon as she can on Monday. With any luck, she'll be able to do damage control over whatever stupid situation her childhood friends get into in time. She'll make sure of it, actually.
Readjusting her tie and glancing at her watch, her eyes flickered back towards the white hospital building, before they refocused and wiped of any emotion as she stepped onto the plane.
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By the time her plane once more landed in Japan, Yukina was impatient. Some fucking bastards had dared to get in her way and no matter how quick she was to finish them off, a delay was still a delay and hence, unacceptable. She wasn't too worried since Reborn was with the boys but her mind was screaming for her to get the hell back to school and her instincts agree. So, without so much as a glance back she walked as graceful and as quickly as she could out the airport doors, one moment later and her helmet was in her hands, and she was on her custom motorbike, breaking as many traffic regulations as one could with no one daring to stop her.
Hell, she drove right past a police car she knew had the head of Namimori's Police Department and passed far by without as much as a hitch or a siren.
(For a good reason of course, but that's for another time. She had idiots to punish.)
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"Takeshi", Yukina's voice sliced through the noise on the rooftop, causing all student s to freeze in fear, said boy included.
All eyes snapped to the rooftop door, where she stood leaning against the archway, her expression unmoving but the air around her, dark. She stared at the crowd of insects buzzing uselessly around.
"Leave", the rooftop was cleared within seconds, leaving the baseball player, ravenette and a certain brunette who was frozen stiff in shock. Casting a quick glance at the tuna-fish she ignored him as she glared at the taller male.
"To think, I'd be doing this again", Yukina sighed, before her sapphire eyes pierced into dark brown, " Takeshi."
"Hahaha...Yuki-nee...", Yamamoto's grip unconsciously tightened around the railing.
"Well isn't this familiar", she shook her head in disappointment, "how many times are you going to make me worried, Baka-Ame?"
Takeshi just laughed awkwardly in embarrassment while Tsuna stare wide-eyed and shocked at the two's interactions, his head snapping back and forth.
"I told you to not do anything stupid."
"I know...gomene, Yuki-nee-chan."
"It was an order, Takeshi."
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"I can't say I'm...surprised, more disappointed."
"Gomen..."
"To think you'd push yourself for those worthless teammates of yours."
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"Takeshi, look at me."
His usual smile was gone as he lifted his eyes to meet hers. Brown orbs widened at the sadness darkening her blue eyes.
"Those...friends...of yours are worthless, fake, replaceable", she said bluntly, "lazy pests who will leech off of you accomplishments. They mean nothing."
Just as his head was about to lower once more, his gaze snapped back at her next words.
"But what of your father? What of me? Do you think Amaya would be pleased with you? She'd greet you with a slap to the head before tossing you back down to us— although don't think you've escaped the slap", she added as an afterthought. Satisfied in how he flinched she continued, "Takeshi. You're il mil fratello, idiota. You are my brother, my childhood playmate and my friend. So do anything stupid like this again, and I'll personally send you to hell, no questions asked."
Her eyes narrowed dangerously at the last part, causing all those in the vicinity to shiver and flinch in fear at the dark promise in her eyes. She stepped up towards the railing, lifting Tsuna onto his feet with one hand before crossing her arms expectantly and casually offering the other to the dark haired male.
Tsuna, slightly dazed, offered a shaky smile as he too offered a hand.
A smile broke out on his lips, the first real one in what seemed to be ages, and Takeshi reached out to both with his good hand.
"!"
"Takeshi—"
The world seemed to tilt as the railing, and concrete supporting them, collapsed.
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For Yuki, it happened in slow motion, so she took the chance, using every gram of training and reflexes to snatch the closer male– Takeshi —midair around his waist while the heavier male used his good arm to grab the smaller. She latched her free arm around the edge of the building, a meter or so from the rooftop with a grunt as the combined weight and force of the two growing males pulled her shoulder from it's socket. Loose rock pounded on her already strained arms, causing bruises and cuts to appear, not serious enough to do any permanent damage or scarring, but enough to draw her blood, which now trickled in small streams down her arm. She tightened her hold around the taller's waist, despite her dislocated shoulder she couldn't risk their death if she were to let go.
Both as the Student Council President of Namichuu and the childhood friend of both boys.
(On another note, where the hell is Reborn?! He's late.)
Even if she could, on her own, survive the fall. These two wouldn't without any aid.
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For Takeshi it was like the world fell apart under his feet, which it kinda did. One moment he was staring at his friends, the next the ground fell under his feet and all he saw was the blue sky, then he was falling. Suddenly, he wasn't. An arm, so fragile seeming and pale, was wrapped around his waist while his own had subconsciously wrapped around Tsuna's. He heard his nee-chan grunt, her arms tightening around him and all he could do was stare uncomprehendingly at the sky.
It felt as if, just as he'd found his place, his home, it was all going to be ripped away from him the moment he reached for it.
"Takeshi", Yuki, his mind snapped from its hazy state, turning to stare at the small ravenette strong enough to support to teenaged boys, he quickly shoved his awe back as he felt the soothing calmness wash over him, a side effect he'd come to know from interacting with the sapphire-eyed raven.
He tightened his hold determinedly around the dangling, smaller brunette's hand and stilled his body as best he can. It was the least he could do for them.
He will protect his friends.
Once this is over— and he's sure they're going to come out alive, it's Yuki-nee-chan —he'll smile a real smile, worm out the worry from their minds, and soothe their fears.
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Tsuna was afraid. It was mostly adrenalin and guilt that fuelled him into charging up the rooftop and confronting Yamamoto. It was his fault the taller male broke his arm, he and his stupid advice. So when he burst through those doors and confronted his classmate he expected the usual jeers, taunts at his Dame-ness, anger and loathing, maybe even to be bitten to death or sent to hell by the head perfect or his childhood friend. Or maybe, just maybe he'd make a friend. What he wasn't expecting was to be dangling off a five story building with only the taller boy stopping him from falling to his death and his barely-taller-then-him female childhood friend stopping all three of them from falling to their doom.
(Funny how ironic it is, she's usually the one sending them to their doom...although something tells him not to discount it just yet.)
"Tsuna, Takeshi", he looked up fearfully at his name, to his relief and disbelief, Yukina seemed unperturbed by their situation...
"I'm going to let go now"
'Eh?'
"EH?!"
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Yukina could still go on, despite the pain from her right arm it was more of an annoyance or irritation then anything else. It was just that, as it is, they'd be dangling here until someone— most likely Kyoya or Committee member which is the same as Kyoya coming himself —comes to 'rescue' them. Her pride aside, while she could hang on for that long, Takeshi probably couldn't. It was still a good hour, if not longer depending on how much the members would like to feel her wrath, by her estimates before the next patrol comes across here. The taller male is still injured and while he's proficient with his left arm it still isn't anywhere as strong as his right.
So she did the only thing she could.
"Tsuna, Takeshi...I'm going to let go now."
'Its your move, Tsuna, Papa'n', she mentally sighed, ignoring the scared shrieks as she lifted her pale finger from the concrete supporting them.
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*Bang!*
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"MIDAIR REBORNNNN!"
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Luckily for Yukina, she'd managed to escape being grabbed by her pretty-much naked childhood friend by turning and running along the building wall, leaping and twisting away from windows while stepping off the next block of solid concrete before leaping towards a tree branch. She'd latched onto the sturdy branch with her good arm before using the leftover force to swing herself upright. Just in time to see her two male friends land, limbs entangled, on top of one another. With one only clad in his blue boxers.
"You know...I would say I didn't but I did so, glad to see you realise your batting for the other team, Tsuna, Takeshi."
"HIIEEE!"
"Aha..ha.."
"Can't wait to see your harem, Tsu-kun."
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"Ara...he fainted. Hm? Takeshi? Takeshi~ Guess he fell asleep...", she smirked.
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After popping her shoulder back in place without so much as a wince she dropped the two off at the infirmary, with another spare uniform for Tsuna. (Cost deducted from Vongola-Budget of course) Dressing her wounds with a few bandages– mainly as a reminder not to use her right arm so much for the time being —she left to finish her Council work and to visit a certain raven haired perfect...and futilely hope he doesn't notice her favouring her arm. (She'd dislocated her shoulder to save them from falling to their deaths, she didn't need them bitten there today. Especially since she didn't feel like saving them again.)
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"Yuki", she stiffened, internally sighing at the murderous displeasure coating his voice, "What. Happened."
She turned away from the file cabinet, to face the furious perfect staring pointedly at the bandages covering both arms.
"Hmm~", she hummed noncommittally, slowly placing the folder she'd pulled out on top of the steel cabinet and calmly walked up to the perfect, making sure to keep her movements natural and unhindered by her injuries, "Kyo-kun, it's nothing...major"
She soothed, even as his eyebrow raised and her glared at her injuries.
"...The railing on the west wing rooftop was loose along with the concrete it was sitting on", she finally explained, carefully leaving out the fact that it wasn't an accident as she'd implied, (nothing having to do with Reborn is although she wasn't entirely innocent in this..not that anyone needed to know, she was just the fail-safe), "Two people important to me fell, I simply caught them."
She had her arms gently wrapped around him, and his own encircling her waist even if she could still feel his displeased glare.
"Kyo—", she would deny any accusations that she'd squeaked when the taller ravenette scooped her into his arm. A mafia boss. Does. Not. Squeak. (Sorry Tsu-chan...Reborn tends to...tutor...that out)
Resigning to her— admittedly pleasant —fate she rested her head against his shoulders with a small pout, relaxing her body as he carried her bridle-style to the reception room while his glare kept anyone from so much as looking their way.
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In the infirmary...
"Ne, Tsuna", Yamamoto happily called out, refreshed but still bothered by one small thing...and one very, very dangerous thing.
"Hm?", Tsuna grumbled as he tugged at this pants.
"How do you know nee-chan?"
"Eh? Yu-chan?"
"Un!"
"I knew her since she first came here...she moved into a new house down the road to mine so we met when kaa-san came over to welcome them...", he fiddled with his belt, 'come to think of it...', "How do you know Yu-chan, Yamamoto-san? And why do you call her nee-chan?", he added in confusion.
The baseball player laughed, "ah well, my old man knew her mum so then it was like whoosh! And we became friends!"
'...what?'
Shaking away his confusion at the slightly odd explanation he continued to listen, trying not to trip as he pulled the shirt over his head.
"And nee-chan's nee-chan! So what else would I call her, hahahah!", he chuckled, a wide grin on his face even as Tsuna tripped and face planted on the floor.
"Hiiee? But Yu-chan's the same age as us!", he shouted as he pulled himself up.
"Un! But she acts like a nee-chan!", Yamamoto grinned, "its like when I'm in trouble she goes poof! And suddenly appears and whoosh! Bam! Then everything's okay again!", he sent a blinding smile that would've sent his fans fainting from blood loss, as it is Tsuna was turning into a tomato.
But...he could relate.
"Yeah...Yu-chan's amazing", he agreed, smiling brightly as his eyes tinged orange.
"Yep! She's the best!", the two boys exchanged bright smiles, eyes sparkling as a background of flowers and sparkles seemed to appear.
*Thump*
Ah...there went a poor bystander, that's a lot of blood...luckily for him Hibari was otherwise...occupied.
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Yuki was not sulking as she was at into the couch. Kyoya had headed to the cupboards as soon as she was settled, coming back with his own first aid kit.
Knowing there was nothing she could do to stop him, she didn't so much as argue as he redressed the already healing wounds. She knew he needed the reassurance, that she was alright. She knew that he would investigate this incident, regardless of her explanation. He will find out everything that happened and just who was involved, and she won't do anything to stop him. It was her fault, her choice and she will accept the consequences.
So she simply watched.
He'd gently manoeuvre her limbs, dabbing softly at the pale, porcelain like skin as if it'd break if pressed just a little harder.
He'd hand her a glass of water and she'd accept wordlessly, digging through her pockets before popping a pill into her mouth.
Once he was finished her eyes were drowsy and her lips parted in a small yawn. A smile tugged at the older's lips. Gently scoping her up he slid underneath and laid on his back on the couch with the ravenette once more curled up against his chest with his arms around her waist. Her long, silky black hair spread on top of the two figures like a blanket.
Her small hand clutched onto his white shirt.
His long fingers running soothing patterns along her back.
Her breathing evened and her eyes fluttered close at the steady sound of his heartbeat.
He yawned as she felt her muscles relax, her warmth seeping through his clothes like his own to her.
Each other's soothing presence lulling them to sleep.
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Omake: Yukina's Thoughts (II)
Gokudera Hayato
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"Eh? Haya-pup?", Yukina blinked as she looked up from her work. She'd been reviewing a new business proposal, one for a shop in Namimori.
"Yes. What do you think of him?", the world's greatest hitman inquired.
"Eh, well that's quite random", she mused, clicking her pen once before placing it onto her desk, "Well, what do you want to know?"
She stood from her seat, heading to her cupboards for some coffee. It was still midday, with everyone still in class but she needed the caffeine if she wanted to finish her work early.
The black suited baby shrugged, "First impression, general thoughts, comments, complaints and anything you got about his combat ability. Anything you think or know about him."
"Ara...well, lets see", Yukina handed the baby the espresso she'd made, which he eagerly took as much as he tried to hide it, and settled back behind her desk, taking a sip before staring into familiar onyx eyes.
"Hmm~ while I haven't met the boy in person until recently there is a distinct resemblance to the Poison Scorpion", she took another sip, "they're siblings without a doubt, both have the puppy complex and odd, obsessive loyalty...I wonder if it runs in the family? Coyote was known to be quite the duckling to Nono in their youth, as G was said to be to Giotto...and of course the big-bad Scorpion to the World's Strongest Hitman."
She chuckled as Reborn smirked in amusement, she tended to do that to him. Although he did note that her relationship with Bianchi is as bad as ever...possibly even worse. He'll have to make sure she's out of town when the rosette comes...
"Well, that aside...He's weak", she set he cup down, picking up her pen and another set of documents as she talked, "weak in mind, weak in body. Explosives as simple and basic as dynamites will only get you so far...you'd be lucky— and damn good —if people were to call you a pyromaniac in the mafia with only common explosives. He's a Three of Spades, like Tsuna, if only slightly further along. He'll be a four or even five soon if he can stop throwing away his life at every opportunity and perhaps even use his flames."
"You seem concerned about him", Reborn offhandedly commented, even while his eyes remained calculating.
"Please, papa'n I'm not— and not ever going to —crushing on him", she cast him an unimpressed look, he'd shrugged, "The two of us have one main thing in common."
She stapled a stack together and slid it into a yellow folder, taking another sip, "We want to protect Tsuna."
Reborn was only slightly surprised at her confession, he'd known she'd formed some sort of platonic relationship with his student but for her to openly declare her intentions...just how strong is their bond?
"Of course, as things are I wouldn't trust him alone with Tsuna even if they were in the room next door", she narrowed her eyes, "he's weak, as I've said, Shamal only taught him the basics and his 'work' as a freelance will only get him so far if common bombs are all he has under his belt. He'll need someone to train him...they all do, even Takeshi since knowing you, he's next on your list."
Reborn neither confirmed nor denied the fact, simply offering his cup in a silent demand for more. Yukina shook her head in exaggerated exasperation, standing and accepting the object along with her own cup and heading to refill it.
"Aside from that, he's fast, as expected of a storm, but his stamina could use a lot of work", she mused, "if he wants to survive to protect Tsuna he'll need to quit smoking unless he can use his flames to neutralise the harm. But quitting would be better overall, he's temperamental and too easily swayed by his emotions, smoking on a mission could be fatal."
The Arcobaleno accepted his cup, this time Yuki simply leaned against her desk.
"I don't really have much else to say...he's smart, admittedly, but he isn't anywhere close to a strategist. Strategy is a skill he'll need, sooner then later, especially if he intends in remaining as Tsunayoshi's right hand man", she sighed delightfully at another mouthful of her blissful expresso, it isn't her favourite but she could appreciate a well-brewed drink and no, she isn't saying that because she made it. Look at Reborn and tell her her drinks are bad, the man/baby wouldn't go anywhere near instant coffee, or even Starbucks, "He has talent, potential and even determination. What he lacks is a cool head, the right mindset and humility. Pride and strength may rule the underground but arrogance and inability to admit and correct your own flaws will cost lives."
Nodding in agreement, the Arcobaleno finished his second cup. Setting the fine porcelain on to her desk he tilted his fedora in goodbye. Yukina nodded, tilting her own head in acknowledgment as she continued to sip her drink.
"Ciao."
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Omake: If Yukina was...(I)
...Like Lambo?
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"MID-AIR REBORNNNNN! SAVE YUKI AND YAMAMOTO WITH MY DYING WILLLLL!"
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"Mou~ Are you guys okay?!", Tsuna gets up frantically.
Yamamoto nods, and stares at him with solemn eyes.
"Arigatou, Tsuna. You're amazing!", the taller boy laughed, "You're right, I have to do it with my dying will!"
"...", Yukina remained silent, her eyes shadowed by her dark bangs.
'Eh?'
Startled eyes turned to face the oddly silent ravenette, eyes widening drastically at the slight tremors of her shoulders.
"Y-Yu-chan/Nee-chan?"
*Hiccup*
'Shit!'
"Uwaaaahhhhh!". The two males panicked as tears streamed down the girl's cheeks, eyes darting around as their mouths clumsily hurried to comfort her.
"Yu-chan! It's a-alright s-see?! We're fine—"
"Ne-nee-chan! Don't cry! Uh-um—"
"UWAAAAHHHHH!"
"Herbivores. What. Did. You. Do?!"
"Hi-Hibari-san!"
"Eh..hahaha..."
"For making what's mine cry, I'll bite you to death!"
"...", a still trembling Yuki clung on to the elder raven haired boy, whilst said boy viciously beat the other two herbivores to death.
"Hn...", more or less satisfied at the near-dead bodies, Hibari turned to the raven haired girl, scooping her up in his arms before leaping away, fully intent on making his omnivorous partner smile once more.
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Omake: If Yukina was... (II)
...The Gamer (I)
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[ Welcome to 'Katekyo Hitman Reborn!' Loading saved data...]
'...'
[ Data loaded ]
[ Welcome ((Yukina)) ! ]
Yukina glanced at her clock, '3:00 AM'.
She stared back at the banner hovering in front of her eyes and slowly slipped off her glasses.
She pinched the bridge of her nose.
'...I need to sleep.'
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[ You have slept for 3 hours on a (Fit for Royalty Mattress), HP and FV fully restored ]
[ Skill level up! [Nocturnal] Lvl 40]
[ Tip! To go to your Menu, say Menu ]
"..."
Yukina's flames flared from inside her, bloodthirstily searching for any mist users or flames fucking with her. Nothing escaped her flames.
[ Skill level up! [Sensor] Lvl MAX Reflex + 10 ]
[ [Sensor] has reached MAX level, new skill [Prediction] Lvl 1 created! ]
[ Skill level up! [Flame Control] Lvl 99 FV + 500 ]
[ Skill level up! [Blood Lust] Lvl 90 Power + 250, FV + 200, All stats + 100 ]
[ Level Up! ((Yukina)) Lvl — ]
She closed all those screens.
Nothing was detected by her flames.
Nothing escapes her flames.
So what the bloody fuck was going on?!
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End Note:
Well? Was this chapter any good for something I literally wrote the majority of in class? (It's not like I'll fail, lol, not being arrogant or anything...) I had a bunch of ideas I did want to write but some of them would spoil the story more then what I've already written so, no can do. I will write them eventually though!
Important Information:
...I don't really know if I need to explain anything...
1. I really didn't know how to write Nezu's history or give him a reason to be such an elitist but I hope I did well enough.
2. Omakes : the second one was an old idea I thought I'd throw in, the last one might seem unreasonable but I always found it weird how some fics with the same gamer theme have the characters start at level 1 despite their abilities and age. Yukina's stats might seem OP— they actually kinda are — but the reason is linked to the main storyline so bear with me. (Besides this is anime logic...)
3. Yukina is NOT a Mary Sue, it's just that only the basics are covered in the daily life arc and I don't want to reveal too much for no reason.
4. Tsuna and Yamamoto's admiration for Yukina is quite logical. Before Yuki, Tsuna was alone, made fun off openly and by everyone he met. But after, they only dared to do minor slights when she isn't in the vicinity. Takeshi was always popular, but alone. Yuki was the only one who reached out for the real him and stayed his friend even back when they were kids and popularity isn't as important.
5. I'm sorry about the lack of 1891 in this chapter! I wasn't sure how to fit it in without drawing Hibari in too early. Even though this is a minor AU it's still largely canon.
Question: What do you think about a Tuna-fish harem? (Tsuna, not actual Tuna. That would be a school, not a harem. ) It would be Yaoi (boy x boy) and Hibari and Ryohei will not be included since there's no way Hibari will leave Yuki (and vice versa, also it wouldn't be a 18OC fic if Hibari boards the All27 ship...) and I can't imagine Ryohei with anyone but Hana. Or do you think I should keep that as a side-story? Please review! I would love to hear you opinions. Btw, any of my questions can be answered at any time. Not just in between chapter updates.
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Extra ~! If Yukina was... (III)
...Hibari's Cousin?!
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Hibari Kyoya and Hibari Yukina were a pair to be feared.
Matching raven hair and cold steel grey eyes.
Everyone thought they were twins.
It made sense that way.
How the two were always in perfect sync with each other.
How they behaved, how they never left each other's sides.
How they tolerate no one other then the other.
But they were all wrong.
He was born on the 5th of May.
She was born on the 15th of October.
He was her cloud.
She was his sky.
They were cousins, believe it or not.
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Every morning sunlight filtered through the clear window glass, lighting up the room.
Two bodies laid curled on the soft white king sized mattress, the larger with his arms around the smaller.
The smaller with her head fitting under his neck, her nose buried deep into his chest.
The moment they sensed a change in their sanctuary, their eyes would snap open.
Sleep would cloud their matching eyes before vanishing with a blink.
The girl would let her eyes slowly close, tightening her grip around him for just a moment longer before she let go and released a content purr.
She would feel his chest rumble as he chuckled, she would smile as she felt his lips press on the crown of her head, the tightening of his arms around her waist.
"Morning, Kyo.", she would sigh, him grunting in response before tilting her chin to meet his eyes.
They were soft. Gentle. Warm. They reflected her own.
"Morning, Yuki.", he smiled, before leaning down.
Yep. Just another morning.
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It wasn't until that akambo came did their routine change.
Now, every morning they would listen to an all too frequent feminine shriek, followed by a series of explosions or loud thud.
But they would ignore it, of course, initially they had fully intended on biting to death the offending herbivore.
But a fight with that carnivore akambo was all too tempting.
Still, he would growl every time he heard that obnoxious sound and she would always wrap her arms around his and peck a kiss on his cheek.
It always worked, his focus would always return to her, although they would never forget the disturbances.
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The first time they had met officially, it was in their office.
She had watched his back, never taking her eyes of of him.
He always had his eye on her, even if it didn't seem like it.
She hadn't let him fight alone, he never stops her from joining.
The only time those herbivores thought they weren't in sync was when he was hit.
...by a slipper.
She had smirked.
He had glared.
But internally, they were one.
'I'll bite you to death, herbivore!'
The baby had saved the stupid herbivore.
She had saved them from a bath.
He had saved her from cleaning the office.
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The second time was more...interesting.
They had wanted to go sakura viewing.
He secured the location.
She made their bento.
They had fought those herbivores.
She had stepped back to let him show his pride.
He had beaten up the persevered doctor for even looking at her.
They had conceded when they were infected.
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The third time, they were at the festival.
She donned in a black and violet kimono.
He in his matching yukata.
But both wore their armbands.
And both were far from 'relaxing'.
She stood at his side with impassive eyes.
He collected their usual fees.
When trouble came...
They put their peace back in place.
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Bite them all to death.
Send them to their hells.
Collect what is owed.
Of course, certain exceptions must be made.
But not without equal trade.
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She had been getting updates from the hospital.
He informed the herbivores of that loud herbivore's injury.
They had went to bite that pineapple to death.
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The worst thing..or the stupidest thing..that pineapple could've done was separate them.
He was agitated and furious without her.
She was lonely and lost without him.
They were merciless to return to each other.
That smoking herbivore freed him.
He freed her.
After tearing through every room in the building and savagely beating anyone in his way.
She supported both of them.
They hunted for their prey.
She fought beside him during the hunt.
When they fell, they fell together.
When it ended, no one had even noticed that they had in fact fallen in each other's arms.
No one noticed when she woke him and they left.
No one noticed when the two didn't turn up at school the next day.
And no one was stupid enough to even wander what is happening in their house that day.
After all, what would a pair of 'twins' be doing?
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There your have it! Just some extra 1891 as a thank you for anyone who read all the way up to here. It's just that these questions really tend to bug me and I get wayy too impatient to publish whenever I have an idea bursting in my mind. That one was another one I wrote but then didn't get to post. I will probably continue it.
Your turn: Any questions, inquiries, ideas etc?