Edited 13/10/016
Chapter 11
Thursday
Dame. Dame. Dame.
What the hell was he thinking, running away from Kyoko-chan like that?!
Now she's definitely gonna get the wrong idea. Tsuna moaned lowly in despair.
And worse yet, he hadn't fed last night… His stomach clenched and his throat burned briefly. It wasn't as bad as when he was purposefully starving himself though. Urgh… He might need to eat someone instead of drinking from them, grandpa has a sharp eye on him now and he can't afford to be hungry in his presence.
"..."
Not to mention his grandpa actually smelled unusually tasty for a Mafia Boss (this, Tsuna found heavily disturbing). And Tsuna needs to last his scrutiny and presence for an extra day or so.
Speaking of, his dad and uncles were eyeing him for the longest while.
Oh, he knew why they were really staring.
Tsuna had slammed the front door wide open in his haste to crawl under his sheets last night to bother sneaking back in.
His dad and uncle Enrico were spooked at the loud bang, weapons drawn, and when both the brunet and Reborn flashed past them in a panicked rush. They gawked.
He was well aware they were confused because they'd seen him head to his room after their talk and hadn't noticed when he, much less Reborn had left the room. Or the building for that matter.
Tsuna had to stop himself from outright sobbing last night, when he had turned to see the cause of his distress, sitting on his bed while smirking at him in that annoying, condescending way.
He'd unconsciously grabbed the man's hand and had pulled him along. Tsuna wished the man had pulled away from him...or something!
Though at the moment Fon had Reborn on the veranda, they had been arguing for a while. He did wonder what Reborn had done to deserve the nice man's ire.
Thinking of Reborn made him remember the petite ginger again.
Tsuna slammed his head on the table, hard.
He was going to have a lovely bruise…
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Tsuna self consciously rubbed the spot where Reborn had marked him. His uncles disapproval at the sight of it were making him uncomfortable but weirdly enough when his grandpa had seen the mark, he just took one look at Reborn and then let out a resigned sigh. To which had taken to donning a surprised look. An honest to god look of surprise
Which was weird on levels Tsuna did not want to acknowledge.
'Denial isn't just a river in Egypt Tsunayoshi…'
The disembodied voice made Tsuna jump.
He forgot his Sire was still connected, "Like you've ever been to Egypt…" he inaudibly grumbled. Xanxus glanced at him with a frown.
It had been a while since he'd last spoken to him via telepathy. When he'd been refusing meals, his Sire had all but been cooing and tempting in his mission of making Tsuna an independent Vampyre. Now that Tsuna is currently less suicidal or ravenous, he doesn't really know how to react to it.
'Oh but I have! An old man needs to have his hobbies you know.' Tsuna only found that statement a smidge amusing. His Sire looked middle-aged but was several centuries old in actuality.
His sire was quite handsome truth be told.
Realising that he was being stared at suspiciously, Tsuna deadpanned.
"Wait just a minute," he muttered to his Sire.
The brunet got up from the table and moved to the kitchen to get started on breakfast, an excuse to get away from everyone's hearing range, "Are you coming to classes today?" he asked his Sire.
'Not for a while kiddo. Papa is exhausted.' Tsuna rolled his eyes; another thing that could make him actually stand the man, was the fact that he did not want Tsuna as a slave or a lover (god forbid). But a son.
...He's still scared out of wits just standing next to the older creature though.
Well, he did force Tsuna to become something he did not want to be. Tsuna would be more than a little disturbed if he actually did trust the man easily after his trickery.
'I will still watch over you though. Still, thank god those annoying children are leaving soon.' He could feel his Sire's bubbling happiness at that.
He grabbed the pre-seasoned meat from the fridge and went to pick up some pots and pans, "You really hate Vongola don't you…" he whispered under the cover of the clanging.
His Sire suddenly went quiet but his presence still lingered in the back of his mind. Odd.
Sighing quietly, he continued to make breakfast, only casting a brief glance at the two still arguing ravens when they finally re-entered the living room.
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Xanxus narrowed his eyes and silently raged. Reborn was encroaching on unclaimed territory and making merry of it. As if it was a joke.
But he couldn't exactly complain, Reborn was a flighty bastard that went through lovers like clothing. He'd lose interest in his brat sooner or later.
On another note, it was a shame that he hadn't been the one to turn the brunet. As a master to a fledgling, there is an invisible thread of control. The very thread he wanted to tie him and the brat together, but that was impossible now. Someone else had claimed his prize. And now, while the brunet hated his scum master for unwillingly turning him, he empathized with him for whatever reason.
And that was bad.
Especially considering the way Tsuna acted as if there was an invisible person standing right beside him. Xanxus had concluded that the brat's master had a telepathic skill. It was likely; the brat's master was aware of the current situation and is taking pre-emptive measures in securing his own safety.
Which was troublesome since he wants the bastard dead.
If a Vampyre Master dies. The foster child of the Vampyre is released from the tragedy of death, should they choose to love another Vampyre.
Human turned Vampyres are vulnerable to death by drinking the diseased blood of or being bitten by another of their kind, and can only feed off of the blood from their master. The faint cloying sensation surrounding the brunet however gave Xanxus the impression that the brat had not drunk of his master since the day of his rebirth. This Vampyre cared for the brat it seemed.
He still wants him dead though.
He knows that they live long lives, so the brat becoming his is just a matter of time.
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After serving breakfast and doing lunch prep, Tsuna squirreled himself onto the veranda with his nose buried in his textbook. Of course that went without saying that his bodyguard followed him too. It was just Tsuna was too absentminded to notice. And his Sire was another matter altogether.
Tsuna had an afternoon class today. Just a simple lecture, nothing really of note. So it really wouldn't matter if he was absent today. But Tsuna doesn't want to skip anymore classes or his hours were going to suffer. Plus he promised Hana not to start giving up and if he did. Then she was going to be right there to kick his ass into gear
But that's exactly why Tsuna doesn't want to go to class.
He doesn't hear the sound of the doorbell ringing and Reborn getting up to answer it.
He was still agonising over the mess that was his life.
And the fact that Kyoko had seenwhat she did, she'd have probably scurried off to Hana and probably told her all about his shocking new sexual orientation (Tsuna was still straight thankyouverymuch but he couldn't help himself around Reborn!).
And even though Hana damn well knows his tastes, the taller brunet was definitely going to tease him!
"Nnnoooooooo..." he moans out in despair once again.
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He heard a scoff.
A scoff he didn't want to hear from a certain person until he was a bit more mentally prepared.
He jerkily turned to stare into menacing dark blue eyes. And what's worse was the sheepish expression on the other female standing beside her.
Tsuna needed a rock.
Or at the very least a hole to hide in for the next century or so.
His Sire snorted at his sudden cowardice. Tsuna ignored him.
"Sawada~" the brunet hadn't heard the girl refer to him by his last name since graduation, so he was rightfully cautious.
"I didn't know you swing that way…" she deadpanned.
Tsuna copied her, "I don't."
Hana raised a fine brow and gesture to her female companion, "Oh? Then pray tell why you did run like the devil was after you, when Kyoko caught you about to have a hot make out session with your equally hot boyfriend?" she gestured vaguely behind her at the 'hot boyfriend'.
Tsuna's face couldn't decide whether it wanted to be pale or red.
"I was embarrassed! And like I wanted her to see me like that! And he's not my boyfriend!" he turned to ginger haired girl, whom his heart still stuttered for, "And I'm really sorry Kyoko-chan. For running away like that. But I'm really glad you interrupted us."
The young woman blinked wide innocent eyes at him, "But why?"
Tsuna feels vaguely frustrated. She couldn't be that dense could she?
"Because that would have been my first kiss." He stated bluntly.
A weakness of Japanese girls were their romantic inclinations with regards to 'firsts'.
Kyoko and Hana predictably blushed.
Reborn whom he hadn't notice retake his seat the nearest to the brunet, froze and gave him a disbelieving stare.
Tsuna raised an eyebrow at Reborn.
Hana blinked at the interaction.
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"The two you haven't gone that far?"
Tsuna flinched and dropped his text book.
"Grandpa?!"
He craned his neck to peep behind Hana and gawked at the amused old man.
The girls leapt to the side so as not be in the way. From what Hana could discern, a relative of her classmate and his cohorts are currently visiting the brunet. Hence the crowd of curious onlookers.
Hana did not regret going through the brunet's files without a lick of notice from the Namimori Middle. Not to mention there were several big name business men in the room and she wasted no time observing them all.
Her attention however skittered back onto the brunet's distress filled face, when the handsome black haired foreigner spoke.
Shame really, the brunet is wasted on a man like that.
"No, but we've already hit second base." Reborn informed.
Several gasps sounded out. Tsuna snapped his head over to the raven and turned white.
He was conscious during that?! Was his first thought.
The second thought was, oh my cheese, my life is over!
Timoteo blinked then glanced speculatively between his grandson and his trusted old friend.
No one paid any attention to a body hitting the floor from the shock overload in the living room.
"Reborn!" came the flustered yell.
TBC…
