I'm not even going to try to apologise... nothing I say can make up for how awful I am for not having updated this for so long...

Please enjoy despite grammar and spelling errors...


To the Untrained Eye.

It's decided


Sena was not really looking forward to meeting with his brothers that evening. It wasn't because he'd have to tell them about the Hiruma, in fact he was sure they'd all laugh at the boy's ignorance; it wasn't because it had been all day since they'd seen each other, no he wanted to see them too much for it to be because of that; it was because they'd now have to discuss which club to join, and it didn't help that Jumonji was so excited about the school offering American football.

Sena wasn't really looking forward to getting home. it meant that he'd have to deal with the onslaught of emotions that would come with having to decide for his brothers which sport they would all play. He wouldn'tnhave long to prepare, maybe an hour or two. He knew that Kit and Tetuma would be one of the last to arrive home, maybe at the same time as Mizumachi and Kakei. Though Seijuurou could arrive home sooner. Mizumachi and Kakei would be the first back, he had no doubt that they would have the least amount of care for the team they joined, seeing as they clung to Sena's every word and direction; but a little part of Sena hoped they were a little defiant and fought to get onto the team they wanted to play on.


Suprisingly enough it wasn't Sena and his three guards that arrived home first but was in face Mizumachi and Kakei. When he did arrive home he was greeted warmly with a mug of rich coffee and some pastries that Kakei had baked the day before.

While Seijuurou could cook better than everyone, it was Kakei they turned to when they fancied something sweet and sugary.

"Ah, how did you two get home so quickly, I was sure we'd be the first home." Sena exclaimed as he passed Jumonji his bag to hand up.

Mizumachi poked his head out from upstairs and practically sailed down the stairs to tackle Sena in a hug. "Ohhh! Sena! I missed you!" he whined as he rubbed crouched down to rub his face along Sena's.

Sena laughed as he tried to pry Mizumachi off of him when he noticed the distinct scent of chlorine clinging to the blonde haired man. "Why do you smell like a pool?"

"Oui, you reek of it. We don't have a pool do we Meteora?" Jumonji questioned as he passed the blonde and his boss. He was one of the only brothers who didn't like swimming, though none liked it so much as Mizumachi.

"This idiot decided that he was going to spend most of the day in the pool. We're home early because this buffoon decided that it was smart to jump in fully clothed." Kakei explained. He sighed and shook his head, and Sena couldn't help but laugh at the expression on his face.

"Kakei! That's so mean!" Mizumachi's attention changed from Sena to his tall, blue-haired brother. Though the interactions seemed harsh, Sena could see the affection in the banter.

"Besides! I only did that because our Sempai kept us behind to talk about joining their team!"

Sena interrupted then. He really didn't want to hear about what teams they were or weren't going to join when all his brother's weren't home.

"We'll talk about it later okay? Wait for everyone to get home first." Sena explained with a little anxiety touching his voice.

Kakei and Mizumachi nodded without a problem. Neither of them cared about what sport they took part in. In the end they were there for Sena and for no other reason. Though, a selfish part of them that never made its voice heard hoped that they would be a part of the tallest line.


As Kid and Tetsuma entered the house they were practically dancing on their spots. Not only were their hearts set on their chosen sport, but their school was far better than they thought it would be. Kid was feeling especially happy because he had the opportunity to test his mind-tricks on the general population of the school without fear of rebuff from Sena; the school was a mafia school after all. Sena was happy to see Kid and Tetsuma so happy; he knew how sensitive and self-conscious Kid was after his rough and expectant past as a child.

"Welcome home, Kid-nii, there's going to be a meeting after dinner.

"Alright Sena, was school okay?" the cowboy asked as he passed, he ruffled Sena's hair good-naturedly with a smooth smile on his face. He was going to nap in his room before dinner.

"It was as good as it could be when you have a Hiruma breathing down your neck." Sena shrugged and ignored the impressed look on Kid's face as he made his way back to the living room.


Seijuurou was actually the last to arrive home. He had stayed for the entirety of the after-school practice and had even approached the coach to find out how he could join the team. After that Sakuraba and Takami had brought him around the school to show him the things they hadn't had the time to see during the day. After that the jog home hadn't been too long, but he had stopped to pick up some food for dinner the following night.

The tension in the house when he did arrive home was palpable. His boss was pacing and jittery, Seijuurou knew it was because the boy was far too aware of others' feelings. Seijuurou knew that tonight was going to be somewhat tense until the meeting was over and the team was decided, though as much as he wanted to play football, if he had to another would not be too bad.


With everyone home, all of them looking hopeful and excited, Sena's stomach dropped. He didn't want to think that he had to deny any of them the game they wanted to play. He panicked a little, not really wanting to deal with all of their hope when he was still reeling a little from the Hiruma's forwardness.

In fact, he'd rather face that Hiruma right now than his own brothers.

When they all approached him he smiled, because despite his 'nervousness' he was so glad to see them finally happy. "We'll talk about it after dinner, Seijuurou-nii and I spent a long time on it. You better enjoy it!" despite his demanding tone, every single man gathered was laughing as they took their seats at the dining table.

Tonight they had a BBQ with burgers, hot-dogs, salads, ribs, the whole lot. Kid practically drooled while Kakei shook his head in wonderment, holding Mizumachi by the collar as he tried to dive headlong into the coleslaw.

As they ate they talked about their day in school, careful to avoid any mention of the clubs they wanted to play on. Kid spoke on about how many Americans there were in his school, and how many different famiglia. "None of them know who exactly I am, but they knew enough about our famiglia to know my crest isn't to be messed with." he droned with an uncharacteristic smile on his face. Kid always found it hardest to travel around to places with strange cultures.

"Our school has so many tall students. Even the buildings are liked twelve stories. There are elevators in almost every block." Mizumachi explained, though the words were babbled by the rib in his mouth.

"Mouth closed, Mizumachi." Kakei ordered as he wiped his mouth free of salad dressing. "There were many different kinds of students. We met some sempai who were very enthusiastic." He explained, treading carefully around where he met these sempai.

"I met up with some old friend's from elementary. It was strange seeing them again after so long."
"Was it hard for you, Seijuurou-nii?" Sena asked with a frown on his voice. To know that his brother had to walk the old path that he was forced from caused no amount of grief for Sena.

"Not at all, it was almost as if I were walking with children." Seijuurou explained with slight puzzlement on his face.

It hadn't been so hard to talk and walk with Takami and Sakuraba. Both here exceptional and had changed significantly, but neither of them seemed all that mature. Even Takami, who corrected Sakuraba constantly, had no kind of knowledge of the world, no cynicism or restraint. Seijuurou found himself pitying his friends for not knowing anything. It almost made him glad to be part of the Mafia and not ignorant of anything.

Sena knew his brother wasn't lying and so went back to eating. The rest of the mean help light chatter about various subjects and who could help with what subject. Though none of them really needed help with anything- having been homeschooled since entering Di Fortuna- it was an excuse to spend time with each other and even Sena fainted ignorance with maths to gain some time with Jumonji.

Once they had finished and cleaned up they piled into the living room to take their usual seats and discuss the topic all of them –Sena more so than anyone-was dreading, what teams they should join.

"On three, I want all of you to yell out what sport you want to join." Sena knew that this would probably cause the most arguments, but with his heart hammering away he didn't know what else to do. When it came to his brothers all the confidence and self-respect disappeared to anxiety. All he wanted was for everyone to be happy. He hated putting restraints on them, if they wanted to do something he was someone who wanted to let them do it; yet here he was potentially telling them that they had no choice over this matter.

"1...2...3..."

"AMERICAN FOOTBALL!"

Sena was silent for a moment, looking to his left to catch eyes with Seijuurou. "American football."
Then his eyes traveled to Kid and Tetsuma. "American Football."

Brown met the blue of Kakei and Mizumachi. "American Football."

Finally moving towards Jumonji, Kuroki, and Shozo. "American Football."

There was another beat of silence before Kakei spoke up, looking at Seijuurou. "Seriously? What made you pick that?"

"Oujou's training faculties are almost as good as back home."

"There's no way they out-compete Deimon." Jumonji concurred. Kuroki and Shozo joined in with assessments about how Deimon must be better because they have a Hiruma 'pulling strings' at the school.

"We were scouted out by a Hiruma to join the team. I doubt any of you beat that."

"Out coach is American." Kid spoke up, pulling his hat over his eyes to shadow his smirk. All of the others were gaping at the man.

"No way! We'll win. We have the tallest line in the entire league!" Mizumachi stood up, as if to illustrate his point, all then brothers gawked when suddenly all eyes shifted over to Sena.

The teen was curled up on the couch holding his stomach with tears in his eyes. Melodious laughter spilt from his lips as his clutched at his middle, hoping to ease the glorious tension tightening in his gut.

Sena couldn't help but laugh. Of all the outcomes that could have come about, all the things he worried about in the back of his mind, never did he think that all his brothers would agree on the same thing. Never did he believe that they would all want to play the same thing. Then again, he should have learnt long ago never to underestimate their bond.

"Alright then, it's decided." Sena explained when he got his laughter under control. "We'll all play American football."


I'm sorry this is so late, unfortunately I hit a snag with this chapter, and it took me a while to write.

Thank you for your patience, I hope everything will be back to normal now.

~~Bleach-ed-Na-tsu :3


PS!: This is very short! In the next few days (2 hopefully) I will upload the next chapter which is much longer!