Hello darlings~ I'm sleepy but here's drabble 10! It's already the near end of father's day here and I haven't finished that Mukuro fic for my daddy BL I have to get working before Daddy's day ends in 3 hours (Philippine Time). also, sorry for the sudden change of mood. We have to skip years already because I'm running out of things to write regarding Kyouya's childhood. I can't exhaust my ideas for MKB if I want to finish up the whole lifeline of the story BL We're heading into the manga arc already so by chapter 11...we'll start seeing Tsuna and the gang. BTW...I cut my hair...HIBARI STYLE. HUZZAH!
Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo. Amano-Sensei does. All I own at this point is Suzuki.
Word Count: 413
Drabble 10: Mother will Agree
It was another ordinary day for Hibari Suzuki. Kyouya was in school, and her tasks are done. So deciding to polish her tonfa skills a little, she rummaged through her box in the attic, searching for the silver metal. She longed for the feel of the cool metal on her skin, the adrenaline she possessed and her swift movements (although her swift movements is apparent in the way she can manage to clean her whole house in just half a day and be so squeaky clean about it). Only...
Where were her tonfas?
Panicking, she called her parents, called her old dojo, and called all those she used to spar with only to find out her tonfas hand been nowhere else but in the box. But they weren't there. She flips the whole attic upside down, and by the time Kyouya comes home, she doesn't greet him. She just cleans up the mess she had made in the attic.
"Mama," Kyouya called out, peeking through the ledge to see his mother fixing around the attic. "Mama," He called out gain, finally attracting her attention.
"Yes, Kyouya?"
"Mama, the metal needs polishing but I can't find the wax." He explained brandishing the long, thin, silver weapons he had. His mother gasped, and in one swift movement, she had snatched the tonfas right out of her son's hands. "These are my tonfas! Why are they with you?"
"When you were too depressed to mind me, mama, I was rummaging through your box."
She shook her head in disbelief. Kyouya could only understand why; he was eight ad a half. It was deemed inappropriate for children his age to wield weapons. "You don't even know how to use this properly." Suzuki explained, proceeding to keep them in her old box.
"Then teach me." Kyouya said, latching onto her legs. When Suzuki had looked down, he was frowning, his eyes slanted down in determination to be taught. She just stared at him for a long moment before sighing in defeat. "Alright, alright. I'll teach you. I used to teach people the proper way of using this, anyway." She stated before handing him the tonfas again. Kyouya seemed to be happy; she could tell it by the way he had smirked. She ruffled his soft hair, as a sign of affection. Before she could ask him how school went, he had beaten her to it.
"You didn't answer my question, Mama. Where's the polishing wax for these?"