Thank you: Elemental Goddess, 10th Squad 3rd Seat, and Sayaka Sakura for confirming the pairing numbers. And thank you for the reviews. Here is chapter eight. Be sure to tell me who you want to read next for the short story grouping. The first was 8059. The next is up to you…
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To Move Chapter 8 The Dry Welcome Home
I was sitting on the couch watching tv with Yamamoto and Gokudera and Lambo. I had to drag Lambo out of his room, because mom didn't want to go in and find him dead. We're giving him a sense of independent and all that jazz. We don't believe in crowding people and hounding them. So without further ado, I nearly busted down Lambo door and dragged his skinny ass, which reminds me to take him to the doctor to ask them why he isn't gaining any weight. And made him join the rest of us.
At first we were a little uptight because today was the day that Lemero and dad was going to be coming home. Mom was making a big dinner because we didn't know who else dad was bring home. I bet mom wouldn't care if he brought another woman in the house. Yeah when dad leaves or goes to sleep. I'm going to bring up divorcement.
"Should we leave," Yamamoto asked, Gokudera looked up from the tv and Lambo stopped tinkering with whatever that tube was on the floor.
However we got over it quickly and just moved on, besides it was too early in the day to be all freaked out. Well the boys were, I wonder if they were expecting the boogiemen coming out to get them.
"Calm down," I said ruffling Yamamoto and Gokudera hair. "It alright to stay, but if you guys insist on leaving it's fine."
"Ma, should you really be making all that now?" She gave me a confused look. I gather that she cooks when she's nervous.
"Probably not, but I can't undo it now, honestly that man and boy makes me want to take relaxant pills, they stir me up so badly," Kurera said sneering at the food in front of her.
"Please stay calm Kurera-san," Gokudera said getting up helping her with the food.
"Such a helpful young man," Kurera cooed. "Anyways Tsuna as much as I don't mind the weapons you carry around, please keep the shooting to a bare minimal, I don't want any more holes in the walls and blood either. In the end after you shot that last guy we couldn't get the blood up and had to burn the rug. And it was my favorite too."
Tsuna could only sigh as his mother priority was a little mix, but then again, she can't exactly be squeamish when her husband actually kills people for a living.
"I'll be sure to keep it to bare minimum," no sooner than I said that. We heard a clack at the front door.
"Honey we're home." Nobody said anything. We just stared out at the hallway like we were expecting serial killer or perhaps an abusive father. None of us was for sure. Gokudera looked tempted to pull his bombs out, Yamamoto stood next to Lambo and Lambo was just staring out the window behind us. "Kurera, Tsuna, are you home?"
Mom cleared her voice to say something, but decided against it.
A man and a boy appeared in the door way. The Imeitsu just smiled and god it was so bright you could see something floating behind him. I winced.
Gokudera muttered something in my ear, "Your dad is weird." Or something like that.
"Tsuna," he boomed. "Come and give daddy a hug." What was I five?
I sneered at him and was about to throw something at him until I saw my brother and an opposing figure behind him. I saw Lambo visibly shaking behind Yamamoto and me and Gokudera went to go calm him down. It didn't take much for me to realize that, that man behind my brother was Reborn, the number one hitman in the world. To why the hell he was here was a mystery to me. He's an assassin and I doubt he would play bodyguard, but then again he did tutor Dino Chavallone and maybe that's what he's doing with my brother. It only makes sense.
Lambo calm down slightly after Gokudera told him that Reborn was not here because of or for him.
I sighed, and if anything Dino had told him. Reborn was more than just nosey, he was disruptive and doesn't pull any punches at best, back when he was an acabaleno baby. Now he was back to normal sizes and he was three times as dangerous.
Well so long as he keeps my brother on a leash then I'm alright.
"Welcome home, why don't you guys wash up so we can have lunch," Kurera said. She looked at me. "Why don't you take them to the guest room?"
"Guest room?" My brother said. Now that he stepped out a bit I got a good look at him, he was slightly taller than me, and his hair was cut short. He looked more like dad then oppose to me who looks like mom.
"Yes guest room, we have new additions to the family and since you don't live here anymore, we gave the rooms away, so you and…Reborn-san will be staying in one room since I assume he's your bodyguard or tutor for the time being." We were upstairs by then when I was explaining things. "Here's my room, Lambo room," who was next door, "And Chrome room, across the hall from me. The guest room is right here." It was way at the end of the hall. I let them in. It was a simple room and it was bigger than mines, it was beige and the carpet was brown, we had a fall color setting in here, but that was about it. I stepped out the room, then back tracked. "Reborn-san," he was the silent type. "I understand that you're a trained assassin and you have a habit of stacking out the places you'll be sent to, but this is a family house not a mission target, so I appreciate if you reign in your killer intent and walk around normally and make your presence known for the sake of the people here. And also," I held up some metal pieces that used to be listening devices. "In this house we respect everybody privacy so that mean nobody goes in anybody room unless given permission. Clear?" I didn't wait for a response and left. "And if you want to test people Reborn, normally you would give people IQ tests."
I made my way back downstairs and looked at mom. We both rolled our eyes and knew that this was going to be a horrible couple of months.
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I have nothing against Reborn. You know what that's a lie. I kind of don't like him, simply because he's so destructive and that's it. He destroys too much stuff and says it's for "training". I don't diss anybody's teaching method, but seriously, bombs, mines, and booby traps are a little too much and PARDON my french, but I'd be damn if somebody comes up in my house blowing my shit up. I don't give a damn if you could replace and buy me something better. Don't blow anything up point blank and stop beating up on my child. Do you think I appreciate my child screaming every few seconds in horror? NO.
Anyways…
I think the next chapter would be a short story so tell me who you like to hear from next. I'm doing to at a time so…
Yeah.
AND tell me if I get on your nerves with the rant section. It's just there so many things that goes on in that story you just have to get…up in it. Haha.
