Mirror Ch. 12! (Anyone ever think it would get this far?)
Lol I didn't. I also didn't think I would have so many people favouriting/ following/ reviewing this monster! Yay! Also, Sorry it's really late. My Tablet died, and although I was able to get most of the information off of it before it had to be trashed, I don't have the same writing system on my laptop as I did on my tablet. So now, I can only write most of my stories on the computer at work, during my one midnight shift a week. (I'm bad, cuz this shits not allowed. Whoops)
"He what."
"Yeah." Natsu said as he turned to Kyoya, watching the taller male simmer in his rage. "He actually said that. That Tsuna had poisoned our mother for no reason, other than to avoid going to school!"
"Really? My, oh my, I need to speak to his parents." The principal said, rubbing a hand over his chin. "Why on earth would he say that?"
"Probably because the sentiment is shared with the teacher." Gokudera piped up from his seat. He gestured with his head at Nezu. "Hell, you were encouraging him."
"What? Why on earth would you say that?" The principal turned to a suddenly sweating Nezu and really looked, narrowing his eyes. "Nezu, what have you done?"
"I've never done anything!"
"You kicked Tsuna out of the room just because he was there!" Natsu yelled, standing so suddenly his chair fell over. "Every time my brother comes to school, you're relentless in bullying him! It's no wonder he never wants to come!" Then Nezu, the idiot, sealed his own fate.
"I've never said anything that wasn't true."
Kyoya sprang forward, tonfa out and lay into the man twice. Once on the head to knock him out, and again, just because he was angry enough to actually want to hurt the man, rather than just punish him. The principal sat, watching the spectacle with a close eye before turning to the rest of the small group.
"You all are allowed to go home for the remainder of the day," he said as he picked up his desk phone, "I need to make a call for another teacher to come in for a while. Hibari-kun, I hate to ask, but could you escort this man to the infirmary?"
Hibari glared down at the man at his feet, his lips turning up in a sneer of disgust. The principal took this as a 'no, Hibari would not take him away,' so he set the phone back down and added casually, "You know, he's already unconscious. I doubt a couple more bumps on the head will make much difference. And there are a lot of stairs from here to the infirmary to bump his head on."
Like a magic charm, the demon's lips turned from a sneer to a genuine grin as he grabbed one of Nezu's legs and began dragging him away, letting the door slam on the unconscious man's head a moment before actually closing it properly. The principal turned back to the boys in front of his desk, all standing and on their way out the door, and called for the one boy to pause.
"Ahh Sawada-kun, could you please stay a moment longer? I need to ask you something."
Said teen paused halfway to the door, blinked a couple times in a look so innocent, the principal wondered if he really was the twin of the little monster that had left a moment before. Now, the principal was sure that deep down, really deep down, Tsunayoshi was, possibly, a good boy. If he would ever actually get rid of those photos then the principal would likely have a better understanding of him, but as it stood, the boy was extorting all of the mans' money from the last year. His savings were nearly empty, damnit. There was next to nothing for him to retire on anymore.
Natsume wondered back to his seat, waving off the concerned looks from his two friends, and stared the elderly man down as the other two teens left to wait out in the hall. The two sat there, staring, and the principal all but lost his nerve to ask Natsume if he knew about the photos, and if they were actually being destroyed. Those eyes just looked so innocent – surely he hadn't seen them. The boy wouldn't be able to look clearly in the elderly man's eyes if he had. They were, after all, pictures that would ruin his image in so many ways.
"How… how are you and your brother fairing? Are your grandparents taking good care of you? I know losing your mother so young must be so hard."
Natsume's eyes trailed from the man's down to the large desk, then fell to his hands resting on his lap. "It… It is hard." He nodded, "Some days hurt more than others. But Tsuna… he makes every day easier." He shifted in his seat uncomfortably, glancing up at the much older man. "Can I go now?"
"Yes, I just wanted to know how you two were fairing. I like making sure my students are alright." This wasn't an outright lie, he really did like making sure his students were alright – he even checked in on a few that had shown great promise, or that were problem students that he had taught in the classroom years before. Natsume smiled a small tilt of his lips up at the old man.
"No, you don't. You just want my brother to destroy those pictures." And that said, Natsu left the older man to join his friends, chuckling at the old man as he did. Natsu wasn't entirely stupid, he knew some of how his brother earned them the money they needed to live by, he just didn't know the whole story, or the details. Tsuna had said that he didn't need to know everything, just that Tsuna would take care of the two of them, forever. And Natsu more than believed him.
He walked in between the two other males (bickering, for some strange unknown reason) as they made their way to Kyoya's office to gather Tsuna and the demon himself, and maybe invite them all to the twin's apartment for dinner.
And maybe, just maybe, that would allow Natsu to actually eat tonight without telling Tsuna what had happened.
Tsuna was about halfway back to Kyoya's office to retrieve his bags before going home when he was interrupted by a baby falling onto his shoulder.
"Hiee! Reborn?! What the heck?!"
"And yet another adorable sound from such an insane young boy."
Tsuna pouted up at the infant, then huffed and looked away. "I hate you." He muttered. Reborn tilted his head as Tsuna started walking again, and said in a low tone,
"Would you still hate me if I told you what that other kid said?" Tsuna paused, tilting his head toward the hitman and turned calculating eyes to his.
"Maybe I would hate you a little less. What did he say?"
With his own calculating gaze Reborn leaned in and whispered what the little snot said, word for word, and watched as the young teen's calculating eyes turned cold. Reborn's whole intention in telling the small brunette what was said was to figure out how far Tsuna would actually go. He had seen the chaos that the brunette had caused against Mochida Kensuke (who still had yet to return to school) and how well thought out his plans for the future were, but what would he do to a student already in the hospital for saying essentially the same thing as Mochida, just directed to Tsuna instead?
With gentle hands, Tsuna reached up and grabbed Reborn, setting him on the ground and straightening up as he turned away. "Could you go grab my bags from Kyo-nii's office? I'll meet you at home. Thanks." And he walked away with an expression even Reborn had troubles reading. Anger was definitely evident there, anguish too… and something else Reborn couldn't quite place.
With a shrug, Reborn turned and started toward the aforementioned office. It was a dull response, but it wasn't entirely unexpected. Tsuna was far more protective over his brother than himself. And really, the kid was already in the hospital; what more could Tsuna do anyway? Reborn should have thought this though a little more. It would have been so much more fun watching Tsuna get the information out of Natsu.
"You told him what?!"
It wasn't really what Kyoya had been expecting to hear upon opening the door to his office, and he was just about to defend himself (though he wasn't sure about what yet,) when the infant hitman tutoring the twins spoke up.
"Well, that was a cute sound at the end there. Have you taken lessons from your brother to make that squeak?"
Natsu groaned and started for the door, grabbing Kyoya's hand on the way. "Come on, Nii-san." Kyoya opened his mouth to protest the name and the treatment when Natsu continued. "Tsuna knows what was said before I could calm him down. He's going to kill that kid."
Kyoya's eyes sharpened at the words, and he immediately started a quick jog down the hall, pulling his cell phone from his pocket. "How in the Hell did he find out?"
"Reborn told him." Natsu said as he easily caught up and kept pace with the older teen. Kyoya looked over his shoulder at the infant and the two other herbivores that were following them down the hall.
"Damn it." He seethed, and began texting Kusakabe to take over his patrol for him due to a family emergency. Thankfully there were no other students in the hall but them, so Kyoya didn't have to worry too much about being over crowded as they jogged.
"What was so wrong about Tsuna finding out? It felt like something that he needed to know." Reborn defended, interest peaked. Now he had no intentions of apologizing at all about letting Tsuna know, but he did want to know why the two were acting like this. Wasn't Natsu keeping this from Tsuna to stop it from hurting him?
"Hey, where are we going?" Yamamoto asked as he caught up to them, interrupting Natsu's answer. Reborn wanted to hit him for that, but he settled for making him falter when he jumped onto the tall teen's shoulder.
"The hospital." Kyoya and Natsu answered in unison. Natsu continued as they took a sharp turn. "But you guys don't have to come. Just bring our bags to Gokudera's. We'll come get them after!"
The two burst out the front door and pitched into a much faster run than before, all but leaving Gokudera and Yamamoto in their dust. Reborn only barely managed to jump from one tall shoulder to another before the two were completely out of sight.
"How long ago did you tell him?" Kyoya asked as he looked over at the infant he suddenly hated a lot more.
"About 20 minutes before you all showed up. Now, why the hell was that a bad thing? Tsuna is a big boy, he can handle a few mean words."
"Yes, well." Natsu began. "A few mean words insinuating such a thing as murdering our mother are going to cause Tsuna to act out."
"Act out? Meaning what?"
"You saw how he practically murdered Mochida, right?" Kyoya said as the shifted onto a back alley that would be a faster route to the hospital. Natsu nearly stumbled as his arm was yanked in a different direction from where he was going, and Reborn nearly fell off. (Not that he would ever admit that.)
"So what? Mochida had it coming, and this kid is already in the hospital. What all can he do?"
"Kill him easier."
They said it in unison, and with such conviction that Reborn realized the mistake he made. Would Tsuna really kill him, just over a few words? Why? What would cause him to stress so much that he would willingly kill a peer from school over a few abusive words? A thought hit him hard, and it chilled the blood in his veins.
How did Nana die again?
They found Tsuna walking out of the room the child had been sent to, strolling along as casually as you please, a small smile on his face and his hands in his pockets. The unrecognizable expression from before was gone, and Reborn felt his cold heart freeze. Were they too late?
"Tsuna!" Natsu called as they got closer. They had run the entire way, and Natsu's legs just about gave up as he crashed into his smaller brother, Tsuna barely keeping them both up right. Reborn hopped off Natsu's shoulder and watched Tsuna blink in innocent confusion before he smiled a slight tilt to his lips and hugged his brother back.
"Hey… what's wrong? Why all the panic?" he asked as he tilted his head to watch Kyoya enter the other student's room.
"He's gone." The stoic teen said as he came back out. Natsu leaned back and held Tsuna by the shoulders, looking into his brothers eyes as long as he could.
"What did you do?" Natsu asked solemnly.
"You make it sound as if I killed him." Tsuna said with a chuckle. He extended his own arms up under Natsu's, letting them snake around his twin's neck as he pulled himself closer. Thankfully, Kyoya's presence had startled away most everyone in the wing, and the hallway was quiet. When Natsu didn't answer and instead merely continued staring Tsuna sighed.
"I didn't kill him." He said softly, and Reborn let go of a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Tsuna continued. "His parents were here to take him home when I got here and I knew I had some things on that little bastard's father, and I managed to convince them, nicely, to consider moving to Tokyo. They move next week."
"You got them to move? All because of a stupid thing the kid said?" Reborn said incredulously, because who the hell would move with just the words of a kid their own son's age?
Tsuna smiled down at Reborn and nodded. "Well, that, and the other thing." He backtracked.
"What other thing?"
"His father is the reason mom lost her job that one time." Tsuna said pleasantly and turned back to Natsu. "Do you remember when mom looked like she had been about to cry back when we were 9?"
Natsu tilted his head back as his arms dropped down, almost unconsciously wrapping them around his brother tighter as he thought back to happier times with their mother. "Oh… oh yeah. I know what you're thinking about. Yeah… that was him?"
Tsuna nodded, a sad smile on his lips.
"And if his parents weren't there?" Kyoya's voice was sudden, and it startled the twins a bit. Tsuna turned then, just enough to look over his shoulder.
"What about that?"
"What would you have done, if there wasn't someone else there in the room?" Reborn caught on to what he was asking, and his eyes widened. Yes, what would this seemingly homicidal child do if faced with such a situation?
Tsuna smiled. "Well, I still wouldn't kill him." He turned back to Natsu, eyes intently staring at his larger lovers. "Too many people nearby to witness, and then I would be taken away from Natsu for murder and I would never see him again." He laughed, and waved a dismissive hand in Kyoya's direction. "And, you know, murder is bad."
It wasn't what Reborn wanted to hear, so he asked a question himself after it looked like Kyoya wouldn't. "And if you could get away with it? Make it look like an accident, or of natural causes? No witnesses?"
The other two in the hall stiffened, Kyoya's eyes sharpening as he turned to Tsuna, praying in his head that Tsuna still wouldn't do something he feared the short brunette would. Tsuna's eyes turned sad as he faced Reborn and after a moment he left Natsu's arms to walk up to the hitman and settle down in a crouch in front of him with a soft and sad smile.
"Even if he had killed mom himself, even if he held a knife to Natsu's throat, I wouldn't kill him. I would make him wish I had, but I wouldn't kill him. I wouldn't because I know in my heart that the burden of killing someone would be too much for me to bear. Even with the blood of a mafia don flowing in my veins. I just… wouldn't be able to go through with it." He stood and turned back to Natsu, eyes hard and sad and his smile was little more than a thin line.
"That's why you'll be the leader and not me. You always have been and always will be stronger than me." Tsuna ended the sentence with a brighter and more sincere smile and walked back up to Natsu, looking around as he did. When he reached his brother, he pressed a quick peck to Natsu's lips and stepped back.
"Well? Shall we go home for the day? Or are our bags still at school?"
Natsu smiled back, his hands in his pockets as he said, "I asked Gokudera and Yamamoto to bring our bags back to Gokudera's place. I thought we'd invite them over for dinner?" Tsuna's smile widened to a grin and he turned to Kyoya, who for the bulk of the conversation was as silent as ever.
"Before you even ask, the answer is no." Kyoya said as he leaned back, arms crossed over his chest.
"But Kyo-nii/Nii-san! It'll be fun!"
"No. It won't. There will be far too many herbivores there for my liking."
"Boo. You're no fun."
"Whoever told you I was 'Fun' lied to you. Now, I'm going home, and if you-"
"I'll make cold udon."
Kyoya froze, halfway turned away from the twins, and Reborn watched as the demon of Namimori's face all but lit up at the sound of his apparent favourite food. "…fine."
Tsuna and Natsu cheered and high-fived.
"By the way," Tsuna began, the three of them (plus Reborn) nearly halfway home. "Did you guys really think I would kill someone over a few nasty words?"
Neither Kyoya nor Natsu would meet his eyes. Reborn laughed as Tsuna tisk'ed and rolled his eyes.
"Honestly, you two…"
"Well," Kyoya began, "You are taking lessons after my mother…"
"Just bring our bags to Gokudera's. We'll come get them after!"
Gokudera watched as his boss and some rando ran off after Tsuna with Reborn on Natsu's shoulder, their backs disappearing around a sharp corner. He blinked after them, one hand raised and his jaw slack. Did he… did he really just get ditched?!
"Haha… well, let's get these bags to your place." Yamamoto spoke up from beside him, and started toward the main gate. Gokudera looked down at his hands, surprised to realize that he had actually remembered to grab his own bag along with the twins two. He looked up at the tall idiot walking the wrong way out of the gate and sighed. Did he really have to bring him too?
"Do you even know where you're going? Idiot, it's the other way!"
"Haha, really? Whoops!"
Gokudera's hands were too full to strangle Yamamoto, but oh, if looks could kill…
"Come on… my place is this way." 'Why him? Why do I have to bring an idiot, of all people, back to my place?' Gokudera sighed as he made his way home, listening to the taller male catch up to him. The bomber looked up, taking in his laugh and grin that didn't reach his eyes, and knew it was all faked. He didn't care though. Gokudera was the only one worthy of being the right hand man to the twins as a singular boss.
(Though he still had no idea how they were going to figure that one out. Only one person could be boss at a time. How did they expect to get out of that with both twins still alive?)
He physically shook the thoughts from his head and focused on bringing all the bags and the idiot helping carry them back to his apartment, and belatedly realized that he had left the little cow brat at his place, alone.
"… Oh shit…"
Gokudera's fears for his apartment were thankfully laid to rest as soon as he saw the building. Why? Because it wasn't demolished or in flames – therefore the brat hadn't found, or at least hadn't been playing with, his extra stash of dynamite.
"Oh, thank god. The building is still standing." Gokudera said in relief, panting as he dropped his hands down to his knees, bending over to try to take in air easier.
"Did you think it wouldn't be?" Yamamoto asked, only slightly winded from the sudden run from school to Gokudera's place. The bomber suddenly hated him.
"How the hell are you OK? That was a long ass run!" he asked between gasps. Yamamoto just took a long breath in, held it and let it out in a laugh as he looked down at Gokudera.
"Haha, that wasn't even a warm up! I usually run three times that before warm ups begin!"
Yeah, Gokudera hated him. "Come on, let's go inside, before the little idiot does actually do something."
Yamamoto gave him a perplexed look, but shrugged it off and followed the shorter teen into the building. The wait for the elevator and the ride up were both silent and uncomfortable, and after the small 'ding' and the elevator doors opened for them to get out, Yamamoto decided that he had had enough silence.
Casual conversation was something he was normally good at, but he had a feeling that it wouldn't work to help get through Gokudera's mind and help them be friends. He tried thinking on what they had in common… or maybe something that would interest Gokudera. Like… oh! He was new to Namimori, wasn't he? He was from…
"So, I've always wanted to travel the world. What's Italy like?" Yamamoto asked with a smile. Gokudera turned to him with a raised eye brow.
"The tourist traps are pretty, but I grew up in a darker part of the country. Why do you care anyway?"
"Haha, I'm just making conversation." Yamamoto tried to give a real smile, really he tried, but it still couldn't quite reach his eyes and he knew it. He wanted more than anything to make real friends, but he only knew how to make fake ones – and he really didn't want Gokudera to be a fake friend.
(He couldn't bear the thought of having any more of those.)
"H-how about Namimori? Are you settling in OK? My dad and I run a sushi shop, if you wanna come over sometime, I'm sure I can convince my dad to treat you, haha!"
Gokudera blinked at him and decided to ignore him for the time being. Instead, he turned his head back to face the front as they came up to his door. He shuffled the bags around to get his keys out, when Yamamoto grabbed one of the bags with his bad hand, already holding back a cringe as the weight fell on his fingers. The doctor said that he should stop whatever he was doing if he felt pain in his hand for the next few weeks, but he was only taking the bag inside and setting it down, it wouldn't do too much, right?
Gokudera seemed to notice his efforts, as he sighed and took the bag back the second he was able. "Don't push yourself, idiot." He said as he pushed the door open with his hip.
"Oi! Cow! Come help with these bags!" he yelled into the apartment. He narrowed his eyes when he got no response, and let Yamamoto in first. (Though it was usually 'protect the civilian, Mafioso goes first' Gokudera was certain that the brat would have turned off the T.V. if he had left (weather willingly or not). And since he could see the T.V. playing some kids show, Gokudera reasoned that there was a childish prank set up for him, waiting for him to just stroll right into it. Therefore, let Yamamoto go first – it was just self-preservation.)
Yamamoto walked in, pausing just long enough to take his shoes off, and turned the corner.
"Hey, Gokudera! It's not nice to call a lady a 'Cow'!"
"What the fuck are you talking about?!"
Gokudera stepped around the idiot and came face to face with his nightmare-ish past, abruptly falling to his knees and dropping the bags in favour of grabbing his stomach instead.
"S-Sis!"
Yamamoto blinked as he watched his new (Maybe) friend fall to the floor, and subtly shifted his weight to stand a little more in front of Gokudera. He wasn't sure what it was that told him she was bad with just that one fall, but whatever it was was too powerful to ignore – not with lives on the line. He was in no condition to fight, but he was in even worse shape to carry his friend out the door. And given the way Gokudera reacted to this woman, 'sis' or not she wasn't good news. The silverette's words from earlier that day floated through Yamamoto's brain.
"I act differently when my sis is in town.'
"Hi!" He said with as much fake cheer as he could gather. He dropped the two bags in his good hand, his own and Hibari Kyoya's, and raised it in a friendly wave. The woman was lounging on the couch, a tied up and gagged small child (with a rather wild Afro, of all things) sitting next to her, watching the T.V. with rapt attention. She looked over and smiled.
"Hello." She said pleasantly and stood from her seat, her long, wet, deep red hair falling down her shoulders with the movement.
(Yamamoto had a moment where he realized he should probably find her attractive. She did have big boobs, and her body was rather perfectly shaped, but for some reason, he just found her a vague threat. The fact that she had a child all tied up and Gokudera on his knees at just the sight of her was enough to tell him to be cautious.)
She took a step closer, and Yamamoto took a half step back, closer to and more in front of Gokudera, his good arm coming down in a weak attempt to shield his friend. She seemed to pause at that, and after a small moment, she laughed.
"Oh, you're protecting him? How sweet! I like you. My name is Bianchi, and Hayato there is my little brother. I won't hurt him." She said sincerely, smiling a lot more than when she had first gotten off the couch. Something in him said to believe that smile, but Yamamoto thought better of it for now. She was, after all, still technically holding a small child hostage.
"Haha, yeah, I could tell when he called you 'sis', but then he's down like this, seemingly because of you, and then there's a random child tied down on the couch. Sorry if I seem just a little suspicious."
"Oh, for fuck's sake. Help me up, you idiot." Gokudera grunted out as he grabbed Yamamoto's out stretched hand. Yamamoto blinked down, but held strong as the other male used his arm as a brace and stood. Gokudera tried to make it seem like he didn't need Yamamoto's help to stand, but the way he didn't let go of his wrist, and the way he kept his eyes closed, Yamamoto had a feeling that if Gokudera had any less pride, he would likely be leaning onto Yamamoto's shoulder for support.
"Sis, this is Yamamoto, he's a class mate at school. Idiot, this is my older sister. It's a bit of a long story that I'm not telling you, but she didn't mean to make me sick. Just looking at her brings back some trauma, and makes my stomach ache. And don't worry about the kid. He's fine." Gokudera let go of Yamamoto's wrist somewhere in that story and the bomber stumbled back to lean against the wall. After a moment, he added, to his sister.
"And will you please put something on your face!?" The woman in question laughed, a hand over her mouth in delight.
"Sorry, Hayato. I didn't bring anything like that with me. I wasn't really expecting to see you so soon." Her eyes turned solemn for a moment, and though Yamamoto had basically no idea what was going on, when she switched languages, speaking Italian for her brother's sake, the young baseballer knew her tone was somber. From Gokudera's reaction, it wasn't something he liked.
"I'm sorry for something else, as well, Hayato. I killed the young Vongola earlier this morning."
"Haa?! What the hell are you talking about?"
"The Vongola heir? Natsume Sawada, I think his name was? I had to kill him. He was holding my beloved Reborn here. I had-"
"Boss isn't dead."
Bianchi blinked at her younger brother. "No. I killed him, this morning. I gave him my poison Fizzy Drink."
Gokudera sighed, leaning against the wall still, his eyes closed to keep his stomach from hurting by looking at his sister again. "No. You didn't. Boss is alive, we were just talking to him not half an hour ago." He paused to look in her vague direction, his eyes going no higher than her knees. "Also, 'Boss' is a set of twins. You kill one, there's still another."
"Oh! You're talking about Natsume and Tsuna?" Yamamoto exclaimed, his brain catching on to their conversation faster than Gokudera would have given him credit for. The bomber looked up at the tall teen and blinked a bland expression at him.
"We were, but we aren't any more. I'm not giving her any more information about them. And neither should you." He closed his eyes again and turned to face his sister without actually looking at her. "Also, leave."
Bianchi pouted. "Awe… you make it sound like you hate me or something. But fine." She shrugged, "I'll leave. It seems I have to go and try to kill them again, anyway." She leaned down to grab her bag and started past the two at the door. Gokudera caught a whiff of her as she was leaving and straightened almost immediately.
"Is that my shampoo? Why do you smell like my shampoo?!" Gokudera opened his eyes after he questioned her, and regretted it immediately, doubling over with a hand over his stomach and groaning with a fresh wave of nausea and pain hit him. With a small, mischievous smile she shrugged and pointed over her shoulder at the child on the couch.
"That little brat had a prank set up for you. He got goo all over my hair, so I tied him up and when he started yelling something about being 'The Great Lambini' or something, I gagged him and borrowed your shower."
A muffled yell came from the couch, sounding a little like "That's Lambo-sama, you old hag!"
"What did you just call me?!" Bianchi snapped, her hair seeming to gain a life of its own as it whipped around when she turned around to fully face the child. Lambo froze, and he slowly turned back to the T.V., hoping he wouldn't actually incur her wrath. Yamamoto stifled a laugh behind his good hand balled into a fist at his lips.
With a huff, Bianchi turned and left, all but slamming the door behind her.
Yamamoto looked back at his friend and smiled, one of his first real smiles in a long while.
Natsu held the door for his beloved and the other two, smiling wider when his Tsuna thanked him for it. He turned back to walk with the others just as the elevator doors opened to revel a rather shapely woman with long red hair. It took him a moment, but as he was about 3 feet from her, Natsu remembered where he had seen her before.
"Ah! It's you!" No sooner were the words out of his mouth before she was running at top speed, arms spread out and heading right for Kyoya, who's shoulder Reborn was resting on.
"Oh, Reborn! My lo-"
Kyoya had his tonfa out and smashing her down long before she had really reached him. Reborn looked down at her, then over at Kyoya, because the little demon child had moved faster, and smoother, than he had thought the boy would. Reborn had barely felt jostled. He hopped down and looked her over.
Out cold, but not dead. Probably wouldn't even have a concussion. She'd likely come to in the next few minutes.
"You know her, Natsu?" Tsuna asked, rather unconcerned for the strange woman's health. Kyoya looked over at him with narrowed eyes, like Natsu had convinced the woman to run at him in the first place.
"Uh… kind of? She gave me a drink this morning and rode off on her bike before I could say anything, but it was pop, and drinking that much sugar before a workout would hurt my stomach, so I threw it out." The tall teen said with a shrug.
"And it didn't cross your mind to mention that when I asked how your morning went?" Tsuna asked from one shoulder.
"Also, who the hell would willingly take something from a stranger? It was obviously poisoned." Kyoya added from the other. Natsu pouted at the both of them, but before he could reply, the woman cut in as she came to.
"You threw it out? So that's how you survived." The stranger said as she sat up, Reborn's hand on her back to help her. With hearts in her eyes, she turned and picked him up, holding and hugging him like a stuffed doll. "Oh Reborn! You helped me! Thank you, my lover."
"Lover?" Surprisingly, it came from both Natsu and Kyoya; Tsuna raised an eye-brow. Reborn nodded at them from the woman's arms, and smiled, the red-haired woman smiling with him up at the young teens.
"This is Bianchi, my 14th lover."
Tsuna chimed in a beat later, "And you called us disgusting? You look like a literal infant."
Reborn shrugged and the red-head, Bianchi, asked as she stood up, "So, am I correct to assume you two there are the reason my love can't come home to Italy?" she looked between Tsuna and Natsu. She turned to look at Kyoya with cold, narrowed eyes.
"Though with a bodyguard like him, I can see any assassination attempt on you will be a tough task." She looked back at the twins with a soft expression. "Not much will come in the way of my love though."
"Bianchi is a hitwoman, known best for her poison cooking." Reborn interjected, sounding far too happy. Tsuna smiled.
"Oh I know. 'Poison Scorpion, Bianchi'. She's Gokudera Hayato's older sister; though only half siblings. I'm guessing... same father, different mother?"
Bianchi stepped back, eyes wide, expression outraged – she looked as if she had been slapped with information she never expected to come to light. "How did you…?"
Reborn turned in her grasp and looked up. "That's Tsuna, I hate to admit it, but I still don't know how he knows what he knows. But he knew about your brother before he came into the picture, and he knew about the Vongola and his heritage before I told him."
"I also knew about Iemitsu's 'work' long before Reborn came into town." Tsuna said with a grin. "Oh, and Bianchi-san?" He took a small step closer to speak a little quieter. "You try anything against my brother again, and you and I are going to have a problem. Understand?"
"Did you just threaten me?" She asked lowly, eyes a calculating glare.
"No. I made a promise." He whispered into her personal space. "And if you need any clarification on what happens when someone hurts my brother, I'm sure Reborn has footage of my fight." With that, he took a step back with a smile.
"But you are more than welcome to stay and rekindle your love with Reborn. Who am I to stand in the way of love?" Tsuna took another step back with a shrug, and joined his brother and Kyoya, beginning to herd the two toward the elevator.
"Come on, before they try to come with us." They reached the elevator and Tsuna hit the call button.
"Are you mocking our love?!" Bianchi cried, voice high with tension and barely concealed anger.
"Never." Tsuna said honestly with a grin to match it over his shoulder. The elevator doors opened with a soft ding and the three entered. Tsuna continued softly as the doors closed on him,
"How in the world could I, of all people, be against forbidden love?"
Bianchi watched the three boys, specifically the smallest in the middle, as the doors shut and the elevator carried them away.
Kyoya stopped at the door to Gokudera Hayato's apartment, heard the horrible squeal of a small child, the loud yelling of an explosive bomber, and the annoying laughter of a tall baseball player, and decided he liked Tsuna and his cooking, but not that much, and walked out.
There! At long last, fuck! I'm sorry!
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