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This chapter is Long! At first I wanted to cut it into two, but than I didn't find the right place, so yeah one Long chapter!
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Inheritance Ceremony
The remaining maids and butlers were really grateful for Hayatos organization talent. If she hadn't made plans for shifts, breaks and working hours they wouldn't know how to handle all this work. She even forced some of the Mafiosi to take part in the cleaning, because they were too lazy for their own good and Dino had brought with him a lot of unnecessary people, who now helped with the cleaning. Even the stern headmaid had to confess that she was impressed.
But that didn't matter right now, because the guard from front gate had brought in an intruder. It was a little boy in a skirt and he had with him some really huge suitcases.
"Let me go! I'm friends with your future Donna, I'm here to bring her the rest of her wardrobe." the voice was female and with a closer look one could see that it was a young woman who they had captured.
"Kururo?" Hayato came up to them and looked in her little notebook: "You're one day too early." The men let go of her arms and she glared at them hateful.
"I know, but I needed to come today." she had this look in her eyes that promised pain, or maybe she had hit some inspiration, it was hard to tell with her.
"Why?"
"Because I thought up this awesome design and I need you to create this perfect piece. You are my model, after all." she grinned and the gleam in her eyes intensified. Hayato gulped and knew that she couldn't say no, because Kururo Saruko didn't know the meaning of that word when it came to her designs.
"Fine, follow me." the silver haired beauty sighed defeated, she motioned for a nearby guard to help them carry those huge suitcases up to her and Tsunas room.
"Chrome, please inform, whoever wants to know, that I'm occupied in my room." she told the female Mist who stood besides the lift. "Okay." was the small answer to that.
One Sawada Tsunayoshi felt quite content and the smile on his face showed that he was one with the world. He sipped his hot tea with grace while he enjoyed the sun on his face. Now there was nobody and no reason left to interfere with his personal future. He will marry the woman he loved and absolutely nobody could hinder him. For the first time in a long while he felt positive about his future. He could almost taste the sweetness of his happy newly wed life. And he loved this winter garden with the indoor pool. Maybe he will be able to get Hayato in here for a late night swim?
A maid came up to him and gave him a little something she had found walking all alone in the corridors. Giotto looked at him with, what seemed like, a scolding look, clearly saying that he wasn't amused to be left alone. Tsuna immediately felt bad about it and embraced the little dog.
Some years ago she would have felt pretty uncomfortable with just her underwear on and a person staring at her in thought. Now she was just annoyed by it.
"What?" Hayato asked as Kururo circled around her for the fifth or so time.
"I can't find it." she answered exasperate.
"What can't you find?" a heavy sigh followed this question.
"The right colour scheme for your most amazing dress." the little woman threw her hands up in defeat and the door to the bedroom used this opportunity to open.
Tsuna, with Giotto in his arms, stared at his half naked fiancée and her desperate friend. Kururo, still with her arms in the air, gaped at Tsuna and broke out into a maniacal grin. "Found it." She grabbed the collar of his shirt and in a blink of the eye he stood besides his Hayato with just his underwear on and Giotto still in his arms. He looked at his most beloved and opened his mouth to ask a question, but she shook her beautiful head and held a finger to her lips, signalling to the young designer, who was scribbling down on a piece of paper. It seemed that disturbances at this time were forbidden.
Suddenly her frantic movements stopped and she turned her head around to look at them. There was an insane glim in her eyes as she grinned like the devil herself.
Tsuna and Hayato shivered in fear.
A few hours later and the two of them were lying in bed totally exhausted and ready to fall asleep. Their designer friend was a devil trough and trough. She had forced them to stand up all day whilst she took measurements, snipped away at cloth she had with her and threw it over and around them, poking them with needles seemed to be fun for her. They were spun around and measured again, all in all she had used them as living mannequin.
"Remind me to hide whenever she shows up." Tsuna said exhausted and had all four stretched away from him.
"I will." Hayato laughed and rolled over so that she was able to look at him.
"hmm … you know, now that we're already half naked and in bed, it wouldn't be too much for us to ..." she began but was disturbed: "I'm still here!" Kururo shouted and looked out of the changing room, where she had decided to build her makeshift atelier. Tsuna had the strongest feeling that she won't leave this room until she had finished whatever clothes she was making. "..sleep." Hayato finished her sentence and snuggled close to her fiancés side, she had decided to just ignore the intruder.
There was no answer from him and when she looked up she saw that he was already fast asleep. Sometimes she was jealous of his ability to fall into a deep slumber as soon as he closed his eyes. Most of the times she was half awake for an hour before she finally drifted away into dreamland, but like that she could enjoy his warmth as much as she wanted.
She closed her eyes, a smile on her face, and drifted off to the half awake half asleep state she often was in before falling completely into the comfortable blankness of a dreamless rest.
Kururo stuck her head out of the door and looked at the sleeping forms. She grinned and knew that those clothes she was making were perfect for the inheritance ceremony. The two of them will stand out like diamonds next to pebbles.
The two of them woke up the next morning, because nobody had bothered to look for them or to call them for the meals they had missed. It seemed like the people had totally forgotten about them or just didn't care that the next boss had skipped all of his duties. Or they had been too afraid of the Chihuahua mix who sat in front of their bedroom door guarding it like a hell hound. Kururo had put him there, because she didn't want any interruption whilst she worked.
Hayato stretched and stepped into the bathroom, where Tsuna was already under the shower. The showers glass was milky and she couldn't see anything, but that also meant that he won't see her and she had to use the toilet, badly. But she didn't expect for him to come out of the shower as soon as she had relaxed. For a short moment they stared at each other, she sitting on the toilet and he dripping wet and completely naked. Than he grinned, took his towel dried himself and walked over to the basin where he began to brush his teeth. Hayato wasn't able to do anything else than to blush and let it flow until she was done. She washed her hands in the other basin and couldn't look at Tsuna who was still brushing his teeth. He spat out and looked at her.
"You know that there is no reason for you to be shy?" he said.
"You just saw me peeing." she mumbled and even her ears turned red.
"And? Its only natural that people pee. I don't see where the problem lies." he used clear water to get the rest of the toothpaste off of his mouth.
"To know that someone pees is totally different than seeing it." she took her toothbrush and began to scrub away.
"You were the one who came in here while I was in the shower. Therefore you don't need to be angry at me." he leaned against the luxurious bath equipment and looked at her with crossed arms. She spat out and answered: "I'm not angry, I feel just totally embarrassed that I was peeing in front of you. It's the same kind of embarrassment I would feel when farting in front of people." Tsuna laughed really loud: "I tell you a little secret, sometimes, when you're sleeping ..." he didn't get it out trough his laughter. "What?" she looked at him like he had gone mad.
"Well … you can fart really loud." he clutched his stomach at her expression. But suddenly he got serious: "But I still love you, because those things are only human."
"It's still embarrassing." she smiled and put her toothbrush back into her mouth.
After Hayato had finished her rather long morning routine she came back into the bedroom and looked at Tsuna who sat on the bed, still just dressed in a towel.
"Why are you still naked?" she asked and looked him over, unconsciously she licked her lips.
"Well, we still have a monster in our closet and I don't dare to go in there." he looked at Hayato, who, like him, had just a towel around her. He stood up from the bed and came over to her. "You know, when we're quite she won't notice anything." he whispered in her ear and kissed one of her weak spots beneath it.
"Too bad that I can't keep quite when you start your magic." she whispered back.
"Good to know that dame Tsuna has one quality to him." the both of them were startled and jumped up at the sudden voice. Reborn sat casually on the arm chair, which stood in one corner of the room, and drank some espresso.
"Reborn! When did you get in here?" Tsuna asked and used his body to shield Hayato, it was something he did out of reflex.
"I was here the entire time. That you didn't notice me means that you're still in need for more training." Hayato felt like her blush had spread all over her body. The twelve year old had heard something that wasn't intended for other peoples ears. Can't the floor just swallow her whole? Please?
Kururo rescued her with slamming the door to the closet open, she laughed like she lost it and said: "It is finished. My greatest master piece!" and then she fell down and snored away. They almost took pity, almost. Hayato nudged her out of the way and just put her in some corner of the room where she was comfortable enough to sleep. She rolled herself together like a sleeping cat.
She walked into the closet and stood still.
"Oh."
"What is it?" Tsuna came in behind her: "Are those ...?"
"The clothes we will wear for the after party of the inheritance ceremony."
"wow."
"yeah."
But for now they just dressed in their usual suits, today some of the guest, who lived further away, will come and they needed to greet them.
Tsuna and Nono were greeting members of the Chinese Triad, Bosses of Russian Families, Yakuza and Mafioso from parts of the World her didn't even know existed. But there was just one Family he was really delighted to see – Shimon.
Enma had grown a lot since he last had seen him. He and his Family had gone back to Shimon middle after the whole ordeal with the Arcobaleno had been over. And now they stood in front of him. His red haired friend had matured a lot, he no longer kept his head low, instead he stood upright and confident in front of him.
"Enma! It's good to see you:" Tsuna said and in and instant gave his friend a manly hug.
"Tsuna-kun, nice to meet you again." Enma wasn't shy to return the gesture. Some of their guests, who had been at the first ceremony, looked confused about that. That was no wonder, because Enma and his people had been the ones to crash the first ceremony. It wasn't common knowledge that Shimon were now tight allies with the tenth generation.
"How has life been treating you?" the brunette wanted to know and smiled.
"Much better than in my first fourteen years of living." Enma laughed and Tsuna joined in, because the both of them had been more than just clumsy and bullies had been on their heels almost all their life. They had so much in common that it wasn't that unexpected that the two of them had grown into fine and handsome young men. There was a certain aura surrounding them, an aura that made females blush and their hearts race.
To see two handsome men smiling at each other was a refreshing sight.
In the meantime Hayato stood a little behind Tsuna and looked over to the other side. She saw the UMA that had fascinated her for the longest time. Neither her style nor her appearance had changed much, Shitt-P was still a mystery. The UMA felt her gaze and looked over to her. Their eyes met and they began to move in each other direction.
"Shittopi-chan." Hayato greeted and suddenly found herself in a tight embrace, crushed against those strange loops the UMA had around her: "Gokudera-chan!" she squealed delighted. That got them the attention of almost every person in the room.
"Gokudera?" Enma asked as he looked at a beautiful woman that was crushed merciless by one of his friends.
"Yes." Tsuna said in then the two bosses looked at each other and in the blink of an eyes they had exchange a mental talk about everything, even after all those years they still understood each other without talking.
"I see." the red head nodded in understanding and smiled, he needed to get Shittopi off of the Storm guardian, there were other who wanted to greet the tenth generation of Vongola.
That evening Tsuna and his guardians sat in one of the lounges together with their friend from Shimon. They all were dressed in casual clothes and talked about the good old time where they had been at each others throats and how scary this whole conflict had been, one thing they all agreed on was the fact that Deamon Spade should really stay where he was, wherever that was.
"So, you're now Sawadas Fiancée?" Adelheid asked Hayato and looked at the ring on her left finger.
"That's right. After you had left a lot of things happened and we fell in love with each other." there was no need for her to not answer that question. They were drinking some light red wine and ate little pieces of cheese together with it, like they were some high class ladies.
"I never expected you to turn into a woman." the dark haired woman said.
"What are you talking about? Gokudera-chan had been a girl all that time." Shitt-P said and gulped her wine down like it was water. Leave it to an UMA to see the true nature of people, was what Hayato thought about Shitopis statement.
In some corner of the room Aoba Kyoyo and Ryouhei had an arm wrestling competition and gave each other silly names like they were preschoolers. Chrome had shuffled close to Mukuro who sat between her and Kato, he was still suspicious about that person.
Yamamoto talked about baseball with Kaoru and laughed like he had totally forgotten that the guy had almost killed him that time.
"Tomorrow is your big day." Enma said to Tsuna and the both of them smiled a bit ruefully.
"To think that I never wanted to become a Mob boss... now I can't even think about a job I would rather do." Tsuna sight and looked around the room where all his friends were, his friend he had taken him down the road of darkness.
Had Reborn never shown up to make him a boss, than he would have never met all those people. Maybe he would still live with his mother, shut in in his room, friend- and jobless. Still just dreaming of a girl he never had the courage to talk to.
But Reborn had shown up in his life and look at him. He now was a confident man, had a lot of trustworthy friends and a beautiful fiancée. The riches he will own from tomorrow on weren't such a bad thing either.
He smiled as he heard Hayatos laugh. She turned to him like she had felt him watching. Their eyes met and she smiled warmly at him, before she turned her head to Adelheid, who had said something to her, something that dusted those pale cheeks in red.
"It's good that thing turned out this way." Enma said and the both of them emptied their wine.
The next morning was chaotic.
One Family boss after the other arrived, the greetings were short, because they were on a tight schedule. Breakfast had been served and eaten faster than in any fast food restaurant. The house personal hurried around to give little refreshing to the guests while Tsuna and his guardians had a last briefing with the ninth generation.
"... after the ceremony you have an hour time to change into your party outfits." Reborn concluded.
"Why changing? Aren't we well dressed enough?" Yamamoto asked and looked at the others, they all wore black suits with white dress shirts and the black tie.
"Because, Yamamoto, during the party you need to stand out more. And I doubt that the young women at your side want to fade into the background with all those Donnas in their fashionable and utterly expensive dresses." Now that Reborn mentioned it, he had seen a lot of ladies wearing skin tight dresses, showing her curves and presenting their diamond necklaces and other jewellery.
"An hour seems rather short." Tsuna said and looked at Hayato, he knew how much time she needed every morning in the bath, even without putting effort into her appearance.
"I can change in under a minute." Chrome said confident and Mukuro chuckled.
"... Must be nice to be an illusionist." Hayato said and sighed, but than again, she loved to dress herself into high quality cloth. And she didn't have enough imagination to make a dress like the one she will wear today.
They all laughed at that and Nono clasped his cane against the tiles to get their attention.
"It's time to start." he smiled and motioned to his (now again healthy) guardians to leave the room. He nodded in Tsunas direction and he returned the gesture.
The decoration of the grand room was in perfect condition. There was not one speck of dirt or dust seen on the red carpet. On each side of said carpet were the guests standing. There were a lot of intimidating men of different ages, the most of them had beautiful women at their side. It seemed like every woman in this room tried her best to be recognized as the most beautiful. They showed much skin without looking like cheap whores. There was an elegant air and a lot of dignity surrounding them.
On the throne by the end of the carpet sat one Vongola Nono, his guardian stood at his sides, three at each. The most of them were aged and were scarred from their long lives as Mafiosi. Nobody in this room was able to show as much dignity as them. The seven of them marked the end of an era and they were proud to have made it to this point, even if they had lost a lot on their way. Vongola Nono smiled confident and for the first time in a long while he looked relaxed.
It became silent in the ball room as the heavy doors on the other end of the room were opened by two butlers.
Trough the doors came the next head of the Vongola, his guardians followed him. Nobody said anything, but some grew tense as they laid their eyes on a pair at his side.
They had heard rumours, but never believed them But now here they witnessed it, it was the first time that two people would inherit the same position. Vongola Decimo will have two mist guardians and one of them was a former inmate of the Vendicare prison. Rokudo Mukuro had single-handedly killed two Families and now he got such a promotion. It was scandalous, but now wasn't the time to talk about that.
Vongola Decimo was young and handsome, even if he was dressed like any other male in the room, he still stood out like a beautiful flower amongst weeds. Every step showed grace and confidence, he looked as suave as a leader should.
Unknown to them, he was a nervous wreck and just hoped that he won't trip and embarrass himself.
His guardians carried themselves with as much grace, some seemed rather relaxed, others looked grim.
They reached the end of the hall and stood in front of the ninth generation like knights before their king, but instead of falling on one knee, each of them gave a short bow to show their respect to the old males.
Nono stood up and his Storm gave him a cushion where a small box lied. He came down the few stairs that led up to his throne and the Tenth met him half on the way.
The old boss opened the lid of the box and showed the content to his successor. It was a small glass flask with golden decorations and in it it had a dark red liquid.
"I give to you Vongolas Sin. It will remind you of all the blood that has been spread in the name of your ancestors and in sake for the Family. In hope that you won't make the same mistakes as the generation before you." Nono said in a strong voice and Decimo took the small box with its delicate content.
"I take this Sin upon me and promise to watch over Vongola with the necessary resolve to change it for the better." He answered back and bowed his head slightly.
Timoteo smiled and guided his successor to the throne where he took his place. The guardians exchange polite vows to protect the boss and Family with all they got and each took his or her place at Decimos side.
The ninth generation stepped down and bowed slightly in front of the new generation, the generation that would, without a doubt, change the Family from within.
An huge applause was going trough the room and the next three hours were spend with bosses coming up to Vongola Decimo to give their congratulations and to show their respect for the new era.
Tsuna let himself fall down on the bed, face first into a cushion. He mumbled something incoherent.
"What did you say?" Hayato moved out of her suit and looked over he shoulder. He sat up: "I said: Why won't we just skip this party?"
"Because – first that would put us in a bad spot and second: I want to show off that amazing dress." By now she was almost completely naked and just wore her slip. "Hayato, if you want to seduce me just say so. I didn't got any for at least two weeks." he said as he looked her once over trough the mirror in front of her. She smiled and said: "After the after-party. Go change into your other suit, I need to do my make up and hair. And you're distracting me."
"I wonder who is distracting who." he suddenly stood at her side and kissed her neck.
"We don't have much time." she sighed and really had to get a grip, because he knew how to let her lose it.
"I know." he answered annoyed and moved to the changing room, to give her room for whatever it was she will do with her face.
As beautiful as the Ladies of their guests were, they couldn't really compare to the girls of the Vongola Family. Those girls had a way to dress themselves in less impress clothing, but they still stood out. If it was because of their young age or their oriental features wasn't quite clear, but they had an undefined beauty to them.
A lot of eyes followed the red haired Sasagawa Kyoko, who was accompanying the tenth rain guardian. She wore a long and fluttery dress in light blue, there was no obvious jewellery and her hair was simply flowing down her back, but that was made her so beautiful.
The young woman at the sun guardians side was dressed in black and it suited her comparable faire skin. She was mature and carried herself around like queen who gave them the pleasure of meeting her.
The female Mist wore a dress in the colour of her flame, it's design was light and innocent, something that one didn't see quite often at such parties.
Miura Harus dress was deep red and flowed along her curves like a second skin. She shoved one leg trough a gap in the fabric. There was a little necklace that ended teasingly short over the beginning of her neckline. She was in company of a man who had the strangest hairstyle they had ever seen, but the colour of his dress shirt indicated that he had something to do with the Cloud, who was absent from the party.
The guardians and their female friends mingled already with the guest, but the young Don and the Storm weren't there yet.
But then the doors opened and the room got still, some people took in a deep breath.
To be late to ones own party had the really annoying effect that, when you came all eyes were instantly on you. And that you were dressed to impress didn't help to avoid the staring. Not that the people stared at him, most eyes were trained on the woman at his side, not that he resented it, because even he had a hard time to look in front of him.
Kururo really had gone way overboard with those clothes, but she would kill them if they didn't wear it. But the colour scheme was still too much, well in his opinion any way.
He himself wasn't that outstanding.
Tsuna wore a mostly white suite, because seemingly it was his trademark, even if he didn't know when that was decided on. Every seam was made out of golden coloured thread and they glittered in the light. On his left breast pocket was the insignia of his Family stitched. The dress shirt he wore under his jacket was the same colour as the seams and felt cold on his skin. The outfit was cut to fit like a second skin without being restricting. But he still faded into the background at Hayatos side.
Her dress was made from the same material as his shirt. It had a brilliant golden colour that gave of a shine that changed with every breath and every move she made. It had no straps whatsoever and accentuated her bosom and small waistline perfectly. Instead of a cut at one side, it began to split in two parts short above her knees and from there fell down in a cascade that still moved behind her, but not too much, just to make sure that people won't step on it.
Hayato had put up her hair in a creative and unique way. Her Vongola gear, normally a belt buckle, was now made into a hair clip (however that works) and held up those long delicate tresses of silk, just a few strands were allowed to fall down and tease the soft skin on her shoulders.
Out of all the women, currently attending the party, she was the most beautiful and breath taking of them all. And she was his and his alone.
No men in this room had any intention to test their waters with that one.
... and that's it for now! How did you like it? I feel quite satisfied with that chapter, even if nothing much had happened...
