Okay...I know this isn't that good, but I'm trying my best...seriously. Reviews will be much appreciated (though i don't care as much). If Francesca becomes too Mary Sue, i'll kill her off...tomorrow I hope to finish this story - and hopefully include some recounts of Fran and the Varia (like finally!) Enjoy :]
Chapter 7 - Beginnings of relationships...
Mukuro was waiting at the gate for them when they walked out of the gate. Fran saw Hibari eye them from his window.
"Ku fu fu fu fu...how was your day midgets?" he asked.
They just sighed. "We shocked our math teacher, -" Francesca began.
"Unfairly called out in sport..." Fran continued.
"Better than the English teacher at English;" Francesca recalled
"Beaten up by the disciplinary leader," Fran muttered, rubbing his chest.
"And have to come back tomorrow!" they whined in unison. Who knew school was so hard?
Mukuro just laughed. "Did you make any new friends at least?"
"Yeah. There's this guy called Gokudera, and this happy-go-lucky guy called Yamamoto, baby with a Fedora hat; and the guy called Tsuna. I guess you can call Hibari a friend..." Francesca grumbled.
Mukuro was baffled. He was having an extremely hard time to crack Fuuta, and here they were, telling him that they found all his answers by accident. Seriously?
After taking them for some ice cream, Mukuro insisted they go to Kokuyu land. One look and they knew: It was horrible.
"You aren't serious right? That place is a health hazard!" Francesca yelled.
"I would rather sleep on the streets..."Fran muttered.
Mukuro smiled. "It's not that bad inside...Ken just installed a couch and there's electricity. You should figure out iTunes...i'm sure it'll be fun."
After a short argument, they reluctantly allowed themselves to be dragged into the building. It was relatively large – but seriously old. The paint was peeling, the floorboards were rotting, there were almost certainly fleas than carpet, and a single naked light bulb hung up from the ceiling. Mukuro tried to say something nice about it, but found he couldn't. Francesca was right. It was horrible...
That night, Ken and Chikusa didn't come back, which worried Francesca. M.M and Mukuro both reassured her that it was part of the plan.
"Just out of curiosity...what exactly is the plan?" she asked.
"Nothing important..." Mukuro muttered. "Just some interferences with Namimori Middle."
The next day was the weekend – though it was strange only to have only one day off. Fran noticed that there were other people wearing Kokuyu uniform's scrounging around their 'home'. Mukuro and M.M had also changed into the odd uniform.
"Sempai...that looks horrible on you. M.M, that makes you look fat. Why are there all these people outside?" Fran muttered, playing robot unicorn on his laptop.
Mukuro formed a trident and stabbed him. M.M kicked him. "Ouch...was that really necessary? I'm only telling the truth..." he said sadly.
Francesca was standing next to the couch staring at Ken. He and Chikusa had apparently stayed out all night beating people up for the 'hell of it.' Ken was sound asleep and snoring his heart out. In his hand, he loosely held four pairs of teeth. Curious, she slipped on onto his teeth. Ken's hands and body suddenly grew in size, and his breathing turned to a gorilla grunt. Francesca was delighted. She removed it any put in another set. His snores came out wolf whistles and his hand grew claws.
"Chopsticks, stop playing with Ken's weapons...Just wake him up..." Mukuro sighed.
Francesca jabbed him in the gut, but suddenly he sat up and whacked her. "That was mean Ken..." she growled, seeing his claws streaked her stomach. Three thin lines of blood trickled down.
"Byon! Then don't wake me up next time!" he growled
"You stupid pineapple...you knew this would happen didn't you?" she cursed.
"Ku fu fu fu fu...you can't prove that chopsticks..." he laughed.
Pissed off, she grabbed Fran by his collar and went to the bathroom.
After they patched each other up, they decided to go for a walk. There wasn't much in Namimori, but they had fun trying to read Japanese and eaten ramen. They even met Reborn, and discussed about their past meetings.
"Don't worry, I won't turn you in. For now. But bear in mind...I won't forget." He squeaked.
"Blackmail huh? Well...you don't see a baby do that everyday..." Fran muttered.
It was midnight before the two began to finally feel tired and left bar. Using clever illusions, they managed sneak in the bar as adult to try beer. It wasn't as nice as they thought. But the peach flavoured vodka...yes...it was nice. They were just a little drunk. All right, they were practically singing nursery rhymes by the time they were kicked out.
As they turned the next corner, and man loomed up at them. "Hey what are you children doing here? Don't you know about the attacks?" a man wearing a Namimori disciplinary committee uniform asked.
"What attacks?" Fran hiccupped. The man never had the chance to answer.
"Byon! There's another one. I'll get him...you had the last one Chikusa." A voice they knew very well exclaimed.
In a second, the man was reduced to a whimpering vegetable.
"Byon! What are you two doing here?" Ken yelled at them.
"Just going...back...to...Kokuyu..." Francesca giggled before she passed out.
"Don't mind her...we're just a little tipsy!" Fran sang.
"Are they drunk?" Chikusa muttered under his breath.
"Maybe...let's take them back." Ken pondered.
"Remind me... the plan went well?" Mukuro questioned. Ken nodded. "So why are Fran and Francesca drunk?" he asked menancingly.
"We didn't do anthing Mukuro...we found them drunk." Chikusa explained.
Yep, Mukuro would never understand the human brain.
"Ow...my head..." Francesca sighed when she woke up. So this was what a hangover felt like...Man it wasn't pleasant.
"I feel like a hammer cracked my head open..." Fran yawned beside her.
"Good morning." Mukuro was sitting on a throne. Francesca bit back a laugh.
"I see you have nice taste in furniture," she mocked.
"Why thank you," he said happily, then frowned. "that was sarcasm wasn't it?"
"Bingo." Fran muttered. He checked his phone. "We're going to be late..." he thought to Francesca.
"Just before you leave for school," Mukuro started, "next time you guys go drinking, bring me along with you." And with that, he disappeared, his laugh echoing through the hall.
There were barely any people in their class that day. So, the first day they bothered putting on the hideous uniform, nobody was there to see it. Just brilliant.
"Well...since most people have not come to school today, you can all have the day free." The teacher commented.
Yamamoto got up and yawned. "All right...I'll be going then sempai."
Gokudera looked away and made his way towards the twins. "Where are you two going? Does someone usually pick you up?" Fran raised an eyebrow.
"Why would you care?" he shot back.
"Tch. I'm only doing this because Reborn said a good right hand man always looks after the subordinates when the boss is away." He said defiantly.
"Well...why don't we go to town and grab a few vodka's?" Francesca muttered.
"WHAT? What are you guys; ten? And we're all under aged, I can't drink even though I want to. Face it, this isn't Italy." He said exasperated.
"We've still got hangovers from last night. We'll get us in, you be our guest." Fran insisted.
"Well...I guess you guys are still going to get busted whether I'm with you or not...let's go." He finally decided.
They had just arrived at the shopping district when Chikusa appeared. Fran and Francesca immediately became invisible, Chikusa couldn't tell Mukuro they were going drinking again without him...
"Oi, are you Gokudera Hayato, class 1A roll call 8?" Chikusa asked.
"What's it to you? Go fuck yourself..." Gokudera turned to Fran and Francesca, but they had disappeared.
They fought. Both had put up a convincing fight, but Gokudera was clearly better; Chikusa was hit by an array of bombs.
"Shouldn't we help him?" Fran whispered to her.
"I dunno...I don't want to hurt Gokudera, he's been so kind to us. And plus, I have a feeling he's one of the 'good guys'." She whispered back.
But suddenly Tsuna appeared and Gokudera dived in front of him right before he was hit by Chikusa's poisonous needles. It was a deep hit...
"Fran! Go help Gokudera. I'll get Chikusa back to Kokuyu land!" she yelled as Yamamoto appeared and Chikusa passed out.
After a very annoying hour, she managed to drag him up the stairs to where Mukuro was beating up a very broken looking Hibari. She instantly dropped Chikusa.
"Pineapple! If you're going to beat him up, at least give me a go!" she yelled. Mukuro paused his punch mid air and grinned. He threw Hibari to her feet. Hibari was pretty badly wounded. Several of his bones were broken, and there were multiple cuts along his body. A bruise had already started to form on his mouth. She kicked his temple, hard. There. Now he was out cold.
"Aww...you're no fun chopsticks. He hadn't suffered enough yet..." Mukuro whined and laughed. "I see you brought back Chikusa. Go patch him up and drag Hibari down to the cellar will you?"
"Who do you think I am? You're slave? I'll go drag Hibari, but you save your childhood friend. He got hit by Dynamite." Francesca yelled as she dragged the half dead Hibari down the stairs, with a pleasant thud on every step. She met 'Birds' halfway down the stairs. "Where are you going?" she asked.
"I must tell Mukuro our guests have are coming tomorrow...here. Have this bird. I don't like female birds," he muttered as he dropped the yellow fluff on her head. Baffled, she continued her way downstairs.
Hibari woke up to see the midget with green hair patching up his wounds...it was her. The little herbivore knocked him unconscious...he suddenly lunged at her, and managed to get his hands around Francesca's neck before she managed to choke out "I'm...so...rry...i...haven't...finished...patching...your...wounds...do you... mind?" she managed.
"Hn." He muttered before sitting back down. It had been extremely painful just to stand up...The herbivore was clearly well practiced. Most of his cuts had smiley faced bandages, and he found splints on his broken bones. "Why are you helping me?" he muttered.
The girl shrugged."I feel sorry for you. I was beat up by Mukuro a lot too..." she trailed off. "Here. Take the bird. It knows how to talk. I just spent the last hour teaching it your name." And with that, the little yellow bird hopped from her head to his and sang "Hibari! Hibari!" He watched her leave. Damn herbivore...
Fran sighed. He had been sitting beside Gokudera's bed for almost two hours. The guy was conscious, but was in so much pain he couldn't stand up. So he was grounded. Shamal walked past and checked on his IV drip.
"Shamal, don't you have anything? I need to help Juudiame!" he yelled and sat up, wincing. Fran dragged him back down.
"I just stitched all your wounds...seriously, stop undoing my work." He whined to the older boy.
"What? Didn't you do that?" Gokudera asked Shamal.
"Didn't I already tell you? I don't treat men. You should thank the kid...he did a pretty good job for an illusionist." Shamal muttered.
"You're an illusionist?" Gokudera asked, surprised.
"So is Francesca. They're both the best; they even fooled Vendicare. Am I right?" Shamal asked Fran. He just nodded quietly. How did this guy know? Gokudera quickly ot over his shock.
"You've got to have something that can help me!" he yelled impatiently to Shamal.
"Well...there is one thing. But there are side effects. Do you want it?" he asked.
"Anything..." Gokudera insisted.
Sorry about the shortness...tomorrow will be the last chapter, and i'll try to make it over 4,000 words. Have a nice day :]