"I want pork-flavoured."
"I want miso-flavoured."
"Me want seafood."
"~~~~~~~~~"
"Give me your spiciest."
Tsuna stared at other occupants of the house in dismay.
What a quick change!
He could also see his sister, seeming as unaware as his mother, happily slurping her spicy ramen - how she could stand such a hot flavour was beyond him - while Reborn intimidated him into 'guarding' his mother with them the next day.
Tsuna marvelled at how his mother and sister seemed to be completely oblivious to the daily chaos of the house. He wondered if it was some kind of Sawada superpower he had missed out on.
Saburou the pick-pocket smirked as he snuck behind the woman, quickly reaching for her handbag, only to get smacked in the face with a pink-haired woman's astonishingly whip-like hair.
"Gya!"
He fell down onto the ground and swore. As a tiny child with a single braid sticking pointed at him and beat him up, he could feel a murderous glare coming from an unidentifiable source.
Saburou lay there, stunned, unable to do anything but twitch in pain. A brunette looking similar to the target helped him up sympathetically, but he was still scared shitless.
Maybe it had something to do with the words whispered to him right before she left.
Jirou the extortionist shook his head at his hopeless brother. The soft-hearted woman that was his current target was talking with a weird brat in a cow suit who was demanding ice cream.
"I guess I'll go now."
The cow brat rummaged through his hair, and took something out. Probably not what he had been searching for, the kid threw it backwards. Jirou narrowed his eyes at the curiously pink object, but since it wasn't coming his way, it didn't concern him.
At least it didn't, until a brunette looking almost exactly like his target jumped up and spiked it...
...right into the vase he was carrying.
The last thing he saw before being blown up was the smug smirk residing on her face.
His brothers were absolutely hopeless, grumbled Ichirou the swindler as he approached the house of his target. If you wanted something done, you had to do it yourself.
He pressed on the doorbell, and moments later a young boy with gravity defying hair opened the door. He introduced himself, and wormed his way into the house. The swindler smirked. He had won already, even if his victims didn't know it yet.
Or not.
Ichirou's confidence was shattered when he ran from the house. The poisoned tea- those teenagers appearing out of nowhere- that fedora-wearing baby with the gun- a gun- oh god, a brunette had been juggling knives and 'accidently' throwing them at him!
Then he heard a yell, and when he looked behind him, a half-naked boy was chasing them like a madman. No, not like a madman, he was a madman!
Ichirou regretted everything he had ever done in his life in that very moment.
Tsuna felt like crying when the cold metal hand-cuffs were slapped onto his wrists.
He actually did cry when his sister walked into the police station to bail him out.
"Nee-chan!" He hugged her tightly. She patted his back, and handed him a bag of his clothes when he finally pulled away.
"You okay, Tsu-kun?" When he nodded, his sister smiled in relief and hurried him out of the police station when he was done dressing. "You go home first, I still have some business to take care of."
She gave him another shove towards the direction of their home, and disappeared back into the building before he could say a word in protest.
Tsuna stared at the door of the station, debating whether he should go back inside to his sister, but decided against it. He'd already been arrested one too many times today.
Chief Yamashita stared at the girl who had just walked away from the holding cells. In all his years as Chief of the Police in Namimori, he had never seen a person who had managed to terrify criminals to level even close to Hibari's.
He wondered if she would consider becoming a policewoman when she graduated from school.
Ichirou, Jirou, and Saburou, clung to each other in a corner of the cell. They were still shaken up over what the brunette had said to them, innocently smiling, before she left.
"Mess with my family again, and hell will look like a children's playground when I'm done with you."
And they believed every word she said.
It had been some time since 'The Three Criminal Brothers' had turned themselves in due to reasons unknown to the local newspaper. That was one crime problem solved, however, Yamashita Yuki knew that the yakuza in the next town over, the ones who had been chased out of Namimori by Hibari and his Disciplinary Committee, were starting to stir up trouble, and her father, the Chief of the Namimori Police, expected them to make a move to try take back over Namimori soon.
She really worried for her father. He was always coming home late, tired and hungry. Yuki sighed, then realized her friend had asked her something.
"Oh, sorry Sawada-chan, can you repeat that?"
The brunette looked at her in concern. The two had become good friends after they had asked for her help in forming and leading the girl's pole-knocking team.
"I asked if you were okay, Yuki-chan. You look like something's weighing heavily on your mind. Can I help with whatever it is?"
"That's nice of you, but I don't really think you can help," Yuki smiled at the girl on her right, "It's just that my dad, who's Chief of the Police here, is expecting the Tsugimachi yakuza, the ones in the next town over, to make a move soon. I think they're still sore about Hibari kicking them out of the area."
"Oh yeah," Yamashita Akira, who was walking on the other side of the brunette, said, "My dad was worried about that too. He actually wants me to go back and stay with him in Yokomachini until it all blows over."
"Oh? I haven't heard anything at all. I understand Yuki-chan and her dad knowing of such things, but how does your dad know of this?" They stared at Akira, who suddenly grew flustered and dodged their question.
"I-it doesn't matter! Oh look, a crêpe stand! Let's go get some!" She ran off, leaving two confused girls behind.
"Okay...?" The brunette girl raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. "Well, if she doesn't want to tell us, I'm not going to force her. Besides, lemon crêpe sounds good right now."
She ran after the other girl, and Yuki followed soon after, shoving her suspicions to the back of her mind. They could wait; strawberry crêpes, on the other hand, could not.
Yamashita Akira ate her crêpe, relieved. Her friends had given her strange looks after her random outburst and obvious attempt to avoid answering the question, but hadn't pressed further.
"Well, this is where I separate from you guys. Bye!" Sawada turned in a different direction from hers and waved goodbye.
Akira and Yuki waved goodbye to the brunette as well, and continued to their apartment block.
"Hey, Akira, what do you think of the Namimori school uniform?" Yuki said randomly.
"Eh, I don't think our uniforms look too bad, but I personally prefer the Kokuyo middle uniforms."
"Seriously? I don't like their uniforms."
"What?!"
They were so caught up in arguing about which uniform was better, they didn't notice the black car that drove up and stopped right next to them until they were dragged in by rough and tattooed arms.
"Wha-!" Yuki's shriek was covered up by a cloth that was soaked in chloroform or a similar liquid. Moments later, the same thing happened to her. Akira struggled and fought the grip of the man holding her, but could feel herself losing consciousness, the black seeping in from the sides of her vision. The last thing she heard was their kidnappers chuckling.
"Oho, looks like we not only got Namimori students, but the brats of the Chief of the Namimori Police and saiko komon of the Sonohoka yakuza as well. Not bad for a day's work."
...She should have taken up her dad's offer.
So, um, I'm not quite sure what I just wrote. A tiny idea somehow turned itself into 600+ words worth of set up. But looks like I'm on roll. I also wanted to try writing a chapter made of everyone but our main character's perspective. I never meant to use so many OCs, but meh. It was necessary. Sorry I suck at one-liners.
Also, Tsugimachi = Tsugi no machi = next town, Yokomachini = Yoko no machi ni = Beside the town, and sonohoka = other. According to Google Translate, anyways.
Purinsu: Eagerly hoping you'll read said future updates.
khr junkie: That is a brilliant idea. Not sure how I'll do the first part, but the second part will definitely be there.
Reaper Senpai: Glad you liked it.
Not-Gonna-Update: You're very welcome. Thanks for enjoying.
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