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Shamal reports what he found in his hunt for the errant adviser of the Vongola Boss and watches as everything falls apart.
"J-jyuudaime!" Hayato cries out as Tsunayoshi loses the blood in his face so rapidly that it truly was worrying.
"R-Reborn," he croaks out. "D-dating…"
Shamal could almost see the metaphorical thought clouds as the young Don tries to imagine the woman that his scary Spartan tutor would date. A small whimper is heard and Shamal thinks that he has been spending too much time with Reborn, or Hibari, when he finds a vindictive sense of glee in him at the sound.
"She's alright, really," Shamal says cheerfully, just to annoy.
Predictably, it goes over Tsuna's head, just as it makes Hayato spit and seethe like an angry cat.
"Wow," Yamamoto says with a laugh, scratching the back of his head, as was his habit when he was a bit confused and embarrassed. "I didn't know there was somebody who could manage how bossy Reborn is."
That just makes Tsuna give out the sound of a dying animal.
Shamal shakes at the force of holding back his laughter. He remembers the stern, no nonsense woman that had held him with the force of her glare to accept tea and cookies. He's sure none of them are accurate in painting her in their minds.
Hana, who is passing by to submit documents, pauses at the words. Her eyes go wide. "Reborn is finally settling down?" she demands. "That woman would have to be something to make him do that."
The shock passes. Tsuna's vocal cords finally work. Shamal regrets it ever functioned.
"H-hiieee!" he cries belatedly. "S-Shamal! Are you alright? She didn't shoot you, did she?"
Shamal gives up and howls on the floor.
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The effects of Doctor Shamal's visit is seen when Reborn manages to sit up and wobble, however slowly and surely, to the sofa, where he crashes and pants, giving Hyacinth a pleading look that no one else would ever see.
She isn't a troll. She caves and hands him a plate of cookies.
His triumphant look is hidden as he chews, cheeks full like a dignified chipmunk, but he still exudes it in waves.
Hyacinth rolls her eyes and goes back to cleaning. Her movements are hesitant at best, thinking on how to break her magic to him.
She decides to wait a little longer, until he is no longer so pale and tired.
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It is probably a combination of her lack of sleep, and a lot of worry piled on top of each other. Her temper simmered underneath the surface, held back by a tight control.
So when she feels someone staking out the apartment, most likely Reborn's acquaintance by the feel of him, she is outright annoyed.
How dare they come here and disturb his rest!
She waits for the opportune moment until they are in perfect striking distance. She may have been the Gryffindor Seeker, but Oliver Wood had wanted her to try out for Beater too.
With a quick snap of her wrist, she sends the frying pan flying. It aims true, aided by a bit of magic. The frying pan nails the stalker right on the forehead with a clang! That resounded throughout the area.
As quickly as it had come, her temper vanished, leaving guilt and remorse.
"Oh, Merlin," she gasps quietly. "I just probably caused someone a concussion."
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She hurries to the roof of the building opposite her apartment and finds her victim laden on the ground, groaning a bit.
"Oh, oh Merlin!" she cries. "Are you alright? No, stupid question. Where does it hurt?"
The young man gestures weakly to his slowly reddening forehead.
Hyacinth carries him inside filled with guilt-induced responsibility. She ignores his groans and moans, telling herself that if he truly is an acquaintance of Reborn's, he is probably used to the pain…just…probably not with frying pans.
Her guilt increases and so do her movements.
On after thought, she summons the frying pan back to her and feels even worse when it misses her hand and hits him square on the ribs instead.
"Sorry," she whispers. "Merlin, you are going to be my most battered house guest. I didn't even mean it!"
She really didn't. He came at the wrong time….!
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Reborn is, unfortunately, awake and whining for food when she comes back with her unfortunate stress-relief target.
He perks up at the sight of the man and looks to be very pleased.
"Hyacinth," he starts. "Why do you have the head of my dame student's spy network on the sofa?"
It is completely unfair that he sounds like he wants to howl to the moon with laughter. She didn't mean to throw it at him!
"It was an accident," she sighs. "I really didn't mean to!"
He listens and keeps his stone face with great effort. Suspiciously, he uses his fedora to hide his face. She just knows he's breaking apart behind that hat.
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Basil comes to with a groan.
Then he wakes up properly and sits up, looking around sharply and noting all the exits. The last thing he remembers is a frying pan come at him and being too surprised to move.
A singing coming from the kitchen catches his attention and he moves, mincing little footsteps so as not to aggravate his pounding headache.
What he sees makes his eyes widen.
There is Reborn, fedora and all, mixing something in a large bowl. A woman stands over him, waving a wooden spoon threateningly.
The wooden spoon is what holds him and he remembers another seemingly innocent kitchen utensil flying at him and he flinches.
Quickly, he finds the nearest window and flings himself out of it.
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Hyacinth pauses in the middle of ladling the soup.
"It seems that Basil left without even asking you," Reborn says, confirming what she heard.
She pouts irritably. "Honestly, that man. Absolutely no manners!" She goes back to the soup, glancing at Reborn sneaking bites at the dough. "And you! Stop sneaking bits of cookie dough. It's going to give you a stomach ache."
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The walk back to Vongola Headquarters had managed to mutate the image of Hyacinth standing over Reborn and scolding him for mixing it wrong, to a she-devil wielding a whip and commanding Reborn to mix or die.
The first words he says to Tsuna, on his report regarding Reborn's lover is, "She's a demon! A complete and utter demon. I was staking out the property and she suddenly struck, and I did not even see it!"
Basil also develops a strange aversion to kitchen utensils.
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Lol, I know Basil is a bit OOC here, but I think Hyacinth traumatized him a bit. Any of you who like this fellow, please don't kill me.
Those who partly got it right are:
LuminaCarina, brebre96, TheEdifier, Chezra the Flower Maiden, Lovina Rossi-Vargas,TsukiRiver.
I mean, she didn't meet Tsuna…yet. Don't worry, that will come…much much later.
Please R & R.
~Hallen.