And then along came another update.
Disclaimer: Well when I ship two character shit happens that definitely didn't happen in the anime or manga. Still not Akira Amano guys...but we'll see.
I say shit too much don't I? Are you even allowed to say that on this site?
Tsuna sat at the dinner table, unhappy and wishing for the ghastly meal to just end so he could go up to his bed and sleep. Because when he was asleep he didn't have to think about his fight with Hibari or of the rocking horse. How did he even break the rocking horse? Last he checked he couldn't even open the jam jar. Speaking of illogical things, who has dinner at 5:45 in the afternoon?
"Mama, why are having dinner so early?" he asked.
"Your daddy and Timoteo are going out later to a business...thing, your dad didn't really tell me much, so we have to eat now because we won't have a chance later," Nana said.
"Alright..." Tsuna replied with a pout.
He really didn't want to be here. Like if you asked him to put on a scale of one to ten how much he didn't want to be here he was a solid twenty.
"Where are grandpa and daddy?" the brunet asked.
"They're upstairs. Actually, do you think you could go tell them dinner's ready?" she questioned.
"Yes mama," he answered, trotting off up the stairs.
He soon found both of them, speaking in hushed tones about something that appeared to be awfully important. He pushed the cracked door open, making his presence known, his parents had taught him not sneak around and spy on people - it was wrong.
"Dinner's ready," he announced as both sets of eyes stared at him.
They were both dressed up, suits and all. Most of the time when his dad went out for work he was wearing a white shirt and orange jumpsuit with brown work boots. But no, this time he was wearing a black suit, he had on a white dress shirt, his brown shoes were polished and his whole apparel was immaculately iron. Tsuna's grandpa didn't disappoint either, he wore a nice stripy suit and he had a cane with him for some reason. Which was odd because Tsuna thought the reason people used canes was because they had injuries and in the past half hour the preschooler had not seen him he was sure Timoteo had not sustained any.
"Well then let's go little man," the brunet's father said, cracking a smile, ruffling his spiky locks as they made their way back down the steps and to the now perfectly laid out table.
They all took their appropriate places, thanking Nana all the while. Tsuna was feeling slightly better but his sour mood still persisted and he tuned out for most of the dinner conversation, choosing to focus more on his mashed potatoes and tuna dish. Poking and prodding at the food before eventually putting it in his mouth, chewing and swallowing.
"So Tsuna if it's alright with you Xanxus said that he may be coming over tonight, he'll be calling soon to confirm whether or not he's coming over to stay the night, if that's alright of course," Timoteo said.
"Fine by me," Nana said brightly, though Iemitsu didn't exactly share her enthusiasm.
Despite how low he was feeling Tsuna's spirits lifted. Xanxus. He could spend the night playing with Xanxus. Maybe Xanxus could even help him figure out what to about Kyoya?
"Really?" the brunet asked excitedly.
"I'm not quite sure yet, he's going to call very soon to-"
All of a sudden there was a short sharp ring coming from under the table, too quiet to be the home phone and a different sort of tone. "That'll be him now, excuse me," he said, getting up and exiting the dinner table.
Tsuna wriggled in his chair. Xanxus may be coming over...but wait...what if Xanxus couldn't come over?
Suddenly he came spiralling down again from his temporary happy high. He thought Xanxus could help him but Xanxus probably wouldn't even come over. Tsuna was a lousy friend anyway. Just look at what he did. What if he didn't deserve Kyoya friendship back again anyway? Kami knows he wanted it but how could he ever make up for what he did?
A voice suddenly broke through his thoughts, "he's coming over."
Tsuna smiled broadly. "I'll have to get out the extra futon," Nana said.
Tsuna sat on the couch waiting patiently for Xanxus to arrive. Which was awfully hard for someone of his age but he was managing for the moment. The dark haired middle schooler could be here at any moment. He said he'd be here at 7 - it was now 7:06.
The brunet heard a noise outside, something like a car stopping. He bolted out the door and to the gate just as he saw Xanxus stepping out of an all black vehicle.
"Hi!" Tsuna exclaimed, waving.
Xanxus grunted in reply as he entered the Sawada grounds, letting out a huff of surprise when he felt two arms wrap themselves around his upper thigh. He coughed awkwardly, adjusting his overnight bag before finally realizing Tsuna wasn't letting go.
"Come on, this isn't funny kid," Xanxus said.
"I just...I'm so glad you're here," Tsuna replied before letting go, leading the brooding middle schooler into his abode.
"Xanxus is here!" he announced.
The dark haired tyrant rolled his eyes. His bloody father was still here, shacking up with the help, and Tsuna had just announced his arrival to him. Wonderful.
An arm snaked it's way around his shoulder, pulling him in. "Xanxus, my boy!" his father cried.
"Father," he stated stiffly.
How this man got on his nerves. He was meant to be dignified and exalted. Yet around Xanxus he was silly and patronizing and he doted upon him terribly. It was fine when he was younger but as he grew up it simply became irritating. Xanxus did not want to be treated like a child any longer. He wanted his father to stopped drowning him in shadows and to start involving him in the Vongola. After all, it would all be his someday.
Iemitsu cleared his throat, "Timoteo, the car will be here soon to pick us, I think we should go wait out the front."
Xanxus for once was grateful to Iemitsu. He glance over at the man, taking note of the clothes he was wearing. It seems they were both going out on 'official business' tonight. For a second Xanxus wondered if that was why Timoteo arranged the sleepover for tonight but quickly pushed it aside. He highly doubted Tsuna was in much, if any, danger.
"Well I'll be seeing you both much later then, bye Tsuna...goodbye son," Timoteo said with an elderly smile, removing his arm and heading out the door.
Xanxus's eyebrows furrowed. That was...odd.
"Bye, bye daddy," Tsuna said as his father picked him up and gave him huge hug.
"Bye Tsuna," Iemitsu whispered into his sons ear before, setting him back down and following his boss out, closing the door behind him.
Then it was just the two of them.
"So what do you wanna do?" Tsuna asked.
Xanxus actually smiled.
They were both sitting down on the couch, watching a movie together. Nana was upstairs, blasting some form of music into her ears because one of her friends had told her it 'increased the experience' or something like that. Which was of course complete and utter bullshit not that Xanxus could tell her that. He had to be a good role-model to Tsuna, or at least a decent one, in Nana's eyes.
That was when he heard it, a strange click and the sound of someone trying to be light on their feet. However he picked it up. Xanxus was trained to pick it up.
"Stay here, I won't be a moment," he whispered to Tsuna as he snuck off, investigating the intruder.
The dark haired tyrant peeked his head around the corner, spotting a man. A man with a gun. Xanxus's eyes widened. This man certainly was not here for a cup of tea.
He almost cursed. Almost. He'd left his own guns at home. He hadn't wanted Tsuna finding them and he'd assumed the house would be perfectly safe with Iemitsu and Timoteo guarding it. If they'd told him they were going out and this was some sort of protection mission he would be way better prepared. Hand to hand combat it was.
He slowly crawled along the wall, hiding in the shadows, then sprang at the man like a cat; knocking the gun out of his hand.
"Little shit!" the man bellowed in a heavily accented voice, cradling his wrist. Xanxus hoped he'd broken it in the attack.
But the fight didn't end there, the man only appeared to be more enraged and he came at Xanxus with a flurry of kicks and jabs that he could only just prepare in time for. This man was physically much stronger than him and height wise much taller but Xanxus was much faster.
The older man managed to get a in a blow to ribs but Xanxus was quick to retaliate with a roundhouse kick to the side. Then there was several more rounds of blocking before Xanxus took a cheap shot and jabbed at one of the guys eyes, temporarily half blinding him.
At this point the dark haired middle schooler felt slightly winded and tired but he couldn't just give up that easily. He was the only thing between Tsuna, Nana and this man...this assassin. Why had he even been sent here?
"X-Xanxus?" Tsuna stuttered.
"Ahhh the little kid," the man said, lunging at the preschooler.
At that moment Tsuna was so scared and he knew if this man got a hold him something unimaginably terrible would happen. Where most people would feel adrenaline fill their veins Tsuna felt fire, all over, spreading rapidly like bacteria. Then he was on fire.
The man screamed, "Mi mano! Qué le has hecho a mi mano?" (My hand! What have you done to my hand? ) as he clutched at his burnt hand he stared at quivering boy who had fallen to his knees as if asking him to reverse what he had unintentionally done.
Xanxus watched on in shocked silence. This was impossible. Tsuna was producing flames; bright, pure sky flames and at such a young age.
The dark skinned adolescent shook himself out of his daze and went into action, taking this chance to knock the writhing intruder unconscious.
Xanxus then turned his attention back to Tsuna whose still his flames had not subsided. Which was bad, very bad. The density of the flame wasn't very high but Tsuna was using a lot of energy and at a very fast rate. He obviously had no control what so ever and if he continued to use them he could pass out and with his lack of control still use them, putting himself in a coma.
"Tsuna, Tsuna I need you to calm down, can you do that for me?" Xanxus said, gaining the distressed child's attention.
"I-I...I don't know," Tsuna replied shakily.
" Kid, breathe, everything's fine, the bad man's gone, you have nothing to worry about, " Xanxus said, using the most calm and caring voice you can when you're...well...Xanxus.
The flame then dwindled and flickered and went out like a light, as did Tsuna. But before he could hit the ground thankfully Xanxus caught him.
"Shit," he cursed, looking down at the preschooler in his arms and over at the passed out assassin.
He then carefully laid Tsuna on the couch before dragging the intruder by the legs into the closet and locking him there before picking up the phone and dialling Timoteo's emergency cell. He didn't care if he was in a meeting or a whatever they had almost been assassinated and Tsuna just set himself on fire. This deserved a call.
"Hello?"
"You need to get back here now," Xanxus said flatly.
"We're almost there now, we'll be five minutes, what's happened?" Timoteo answered.
Xanxus hung up.
Five minutes later Iemitsu and Timoteo rushed in the door, worried looks dominating their features. "What is it? What's happened?" Iemitsu questioned frantically.
"Well for starters there's an unconscious assassin locked in the closet..." Xanxus started.
"...WHAT?" Iemitsu and Timoteo exclaimed in unison.
Xanxus immediately showed them the unconscious man.
Timoteo was quick to phone up his closest guardians and have the man taken away for questioning. In fact it was wonder that in all that time the man didn't wake up. Xanxus supposed that he did hit him as hard as he could and it was to protect Tsunayoshi...and Nana though she wasn't exactly present at the time. Thank whatever deity for that.
"Now that that's taken care of...anything else?" Timoteo asked.
Xanxus was silent. Contemplating how to pitch the news to them. Before he could utter the words though Iemitsu interrupted.
"Are Nana and Tsuna alright?" he asked.
"Nana's fine but Tsuna..." Xanxus drawled and Xanxus didn't drawl often so you could tell what he was going to say couldn't be good news. Because though using your flame this early was amazing and prodigious there were many repercussions associated with it, "he collapsed after he overused his sky flame."
"He-he what?" Iemitsu stammered.
"Are you daft? I said he collapsed after he overused his sky flame," Xanxus reiterated.
"Xanxus, are you sure he was using flames? I mean..." Timoteo said, trying to be reasonable.
"You saw the burn on that man's hand?" Xanxus said, it was more a statement than a question since he had pointed it out to them, specifically since he knew it would come in handy explaining the situation to them, "I didn't bring my guns with me tonight, Tsuna's flames caused that."
"He's too young for this..." Iemitsu said, "he can't control his flames and we can't wrap him in cotton wool till he's matured, there's going to be times when he's going to use his flames. Intentionally or not."
"There is something I can do," Timoteo announced.
"What?" Iemitsu asked.
"I can seal them away till he's old enough to be able to use them properly," the wizened man replied.
"...Will it hurt him?" Iemitsu questioned.
"No, at this point it'd hurt him more not sealing them...and it is reversible though only I can unseal it," the Ninth answered.
Iemitsu took some time to think it over. Taking away his flame meant leaving him with no way of protecting himself in future however leaving him with that power now could damage his little boy.
"Alright," Iemitsu resigned.
The three then travelled to the lounge room where Tsuna was still sleeping soundly. Where Vongola Nono then took away the brunet's flames as he slept and his father looked on with tired, worried eyes which were mirrored in Xanxus's own though he hid it well.
"I could feel it..." Timoteo suddenly said, "the stirrings of a restless child's flame. Trust me, this was for the best."
"I hope so," Iemitsu said.
Hahahahaahah updates are fun. Holidays are also fun. I have jack shit to do. Can we like hang out sometime guys?
Anywho I feel new inspiration for this fic so I feel like updating it beyond the normal time of 6 months from now. I kind of want to get it finished so I may make updates more regular...but don't EXPECT it. Shit, that'd be bad.
