Yeah, I'm back! Did you miss me? (You should lie and say yes.)
Thus, here I am. And you're probably expecting some sad chapter with a hell lot of angst and what not. Guess again. I just couldn't write everything in this chapter so it will be in the next one. So until then, enjoy this one. It's still full of angsty teenager's rage. And Tsuna's subconscious. Don't forget about it. I should name it, don't you think it?
What else? I'm dying of writing Omake about this fic so I'll probably make a whole chapter about it. Well, let's cut the chat and let you read.
When Tsuna woke up, he was surprised to find that Harry had already left.
Last night, when he had arrived with the sleeping Lambo, Harry was still panting in his dreamless sleep but the preteen had already left the Sawada's house. Tsuna frowned and observed the empty bedroom, something was nagging him and he didn't know why.
'Koi won't stay forever in our room,' his subconscious muttered gloomily. 'We need to make our move before it's too late... Maybe shackles...'
Tsuna nodded dully and went to the kitchen.
To his surprise, his mother wasn't there, nor were Bianchi and I-pin. However, there was someone in the kitchen, sipping calmly a cup of hot chocolate.
"Adult Lambo?!" Tsuna exclaimed with a surprised jerk. "What are you doing here?"
The teenager continued sipping his chocolate and put the cup down once it was empty. He licked his lips clean and only then did he look at the brunette.
"My younger self has that annoying reflex of using the Bazooka whenever he feels lonely," the future version of Lambo answered with a shrug. "It can be pretty annoying when I'm fighting... Or signing autographs."
"That's right!" Tsuna clasped his hands and his eyes began to glow with excitation. "You can fight, right? Lambo has a match against the Varia tonight, can you take his place?"
Adult Lambo frowned and his face darkened considerably before he glanced at the calendar glued to the refrigerator.
"Ah," he softly whispered. "We have come to this day..."
Tsuna tilted his head and frowned slightly. "What are you saying?" he asked with a puzzled face. "Is something important going to happen tonight? Should I stop the match before it even begins?"
Lambo's eyes opened, both of them and Tsuna froze when he noticed that the until now closed eye looked dull and lifeless.
"You can't, young Vongola," the teenager from the future uttered darkly. "And I'd prefer if you didn't call me tonight."
"But why?" the brunette insisted. "Lambo is only five and he's going to fight against that Levi guy! Letting him fight that man is like sending him to his death! At least, you'd have a chance! Aren't you a great fighter?"
"That's not it, young Vongola," Lambo shook softly his head and he closed his dead eye. "From my memories, I can tell that I, and by that I mean my future self, never fought against the Varia. If I were to be called to this time period, it could rip my present. Do you understand?"
"Rip your present?" Tsuna frowned and felt something akin to a headache begin.
"It's the butterfly effect," Lambo shrugged and tapped softly his empty cup of hot chocolate. "Imagine this, young Vongola. What if I hadn't ended my cup? I would have left it here and your mother would have cleaned it and fussed over someone who drank chocolate here without her knowing about it. It could make her more suspicious about strangers and, who knows, maybe she would repudiate my younger self and the young I-pin. But I did drink the chocolate and I'll clean the cup. Can you understand? A little detail can change the whole future. And by future, I mean my time period."
"But..." Tsuna uttered and he felt his chest constrict. His subconscious was way too calm in his mind and he felt that both of them were actually lost at words. The concepts that adult Lambo was talking about were intricate but they both felt that something was amiss. "What if it was destiny? What if everything was written somewhere, like a script?"
"Really, young Vongola?" Lambo began to laugh and he wiped a tear of amusement. "Who would have thought that you'd say that when your future self is the one who is always fighting Fate? How ironic..."
Tsuna frowned and felt his subconscious shift in him before his consciousness began to fade. "But what if it was meant," the brunette insisted but this time with a grave and decided voice. "You don't have any means to know about what will happen tonight because it didn't happen yet. And if you don't have any memory, it must been because our future versions made sure of it because I know now that you didn't know. Do you understand what I mean?"
Adult Lambo laughed softly and shook his head before standing to go wash his cup. As the water ran, the teenager chuckled and muttered something that Tsuna couldn't hear. However, the brunette knew that the Italian was agreeing with him.
"I just know this," Lambo announced once he finished washing the cup and placed it in the cupboard. "I had to give you this warning and then give you something."
"What kind of thing?" Tsuna asked with curiosity.
"This," the other teenager said as he took out of his pocket a pair of rusty horns. "I don't know why I had them in my trousers today but they were here. I like to think that Dad made sure that I wouldn't forget."
"Oh, you still think that Harry is your father?" the Vongola heir smiled softly at seeing that some things didn't change over time.
"Young Vongola," Lambo whispered softly as pink smoke began to pour around them. "That man is my biological father."
"Wait, what do you mean by that!" Tsuna screamed but it was already too late.
The young Lambo looked at him and tilted his head. "Why are you making such a stupid face, Stupid Tsuna?" the kid laughed mockingly. "I won't give you my lollipop!"
[Ten years later]
Lambo staggered briefly before regaining his steps. His green eye searched around him and he sighed wearily when he noticed that someone was in the dark kitchen.
"Who is it?" the teenager asked with a prudent voice.
"Ah, it's you Lambo," a male voice answered him and Lambo sighed once again. So it had been him.
"Did you meet my younger self?"
"I did," the other nodded and his clothes rustled softly in the dark kitchen. "How about you? Did you see him?"
"No," Lambo felt tears prickle his good eye and he quickly rubbed it. "He was out."
"Such a pity," the man commented and his deep voice conveyed perfectly how disappointed he was.
"How about you, Tsuna? Would you like to go there and see him again?" The man moved in the darkness and Lambo began to have goosebumps when he noticed how silent his friend and big brother figure was being.
"Don't," the Tenth Vongola Boss said and his voice had a finality in it. "Don't even mention it."
Lambo bowed his head and sighed softly. If only Sawada Iemitsu had been more prudent at that time.
If only.
[Present]
Matsuda Shu frowned and closed the door behind him before going to sit by the bedside of the adult that he was currently visiting.
"So?" Naruhoudou Mitsuki, a brilliant lawyer and the admired father of the Potter terror (one had to have balls of steel to be his adoptive father). "Can you explain me why did my son not visit me?"
Matsuda sighed and kneaded softly his temples before meeting the brown and curious eyes of the lawyer. "We were in the middle of the recording of the Fishcake omake when Potter-san left and ran somewhere else. I think that Nero knows where he went by the way. Then, he came back and was sick beyond reason. His fever went over the norms and he couldn't stop shaking... However, he left the house this morning and Lambo-san told me that his father figure's health was in a top notch..."
Naruhoudou Mitsuki didn't seem like a man who could be surprised as he merely nodded and rubbed pensively his chin. "Knowing Harry," he muttered under his breath and Matsuda had to strain his ears to catch what followed. "Someone of his family was attacked and his or their state was way worse than mine..."
"I see that you don't hold anything against Potter-san," the agent stated with a deadpan face.
"Why would I?" Naru chuckled and shook briefly his head. "Harry does what comes to his mind. He already tried to make me believe that he was dead so I wouldn't be touched by his shenanigans. Right now, I'm just a lawyer that shared his cell some times ago. That's it. Even the adoption is null as he died."
"Isn't he," Matsuda pondered in a whisper. "Trying to cut all his ties to his past?"
"Huh?" The lawyer tried to raise from his bed but the agent was quick on his feet to stop him.
"What I'm trying to say is," Shu immediately added once he was sure that Naru wouldn't try again as it would have opened his injuries. And blood was a bitch to wash away. "His stay at that prison that you always talk in hushed voice... Isn't he trying to forget everything about it?"
Naruhoudou frowned and pursed his lips. The beeping from the machines connected to his heart increased while he seriously considered the agent's theory.
"It could be," the lawyer finally relented and he sighed wearily. "But it could also be that he has something else in his mind... Didn't you say that Sawada Tsunayoshi was covered in bandages the other day?"
Matsuda nodded and glanced briefly at his watch.
"He was," he accorded calmly. "And he said that he had been training in the mountains."
"Then it must be it," Naru sighed once again and he closed his eyes. "Harry must be tangled in whatever is happening around Sawada-san and can't get time to see me."
"How noble of you to not hold anything against him," Matsuda muttered softly as he rose from his seat.
Naru opened an eye and looked at the agent with a small smile.
"That's what fathers are, right?" He joked lightly before sobering a bit. "Work?"
Matsuda acquiesced silently and took his suitcase before he bowed his head to the still bedridden lawyer and he left the room. However, he had the time to hear the man's last words.
"Don't forget to tell Lambo that I miss him!"
'Really,' Matsuda thought as he left the hospital. 'It's a real wonder how those two can be so similar yet so different. They really are an interesting pair of father and son...'
[...]
Harry rolled on the floor and grunted when he saw the place where he had previously been explode. He shrugged the dirt that had covered him after the explosion and he glared at the two men in uniform that were still trying to kill him.
"Listen here," he groaned as he had to evade yet another pointless attack. They were too weak to really hurt him and he was pretty reluctant to use his magic. He was still sore after his little accident in Kokuyo after all. "I'm pretty busy right now so just get the hell out of this park before I get really angry..."
The two men glanced at each other and Harry sighed.
"You know what?" He eerily said as he tilted his head and took out his wand. "I changed my mind."
The two men in uniform screeched and Harry pouted when he noticed that the fight had already ended and that he didn't have his fun.
"How boring," he muttered as he turned and began walking towards his destination.
In the shadows of the dimly lit park, a baby pursed his lips and took his walkie-talkie.
"Lussuria," he shortly said. "You better not approach him today. He's pissed."
Only the sound of a very loud gulp answered him.
[...]
Harry frowned heavily and glare at the poor barista who hadn't even done something to deserve that. The poor young woman had just told him that they didn't have ice coffee anymore and that had been the last straw. His green eyes had darkened until they seemed almost black, his lips thinned while he almost snarled and his frown deepened.
In short, Naruhoudou-Potter Harry was angry as hell.
Almost as much as the Bitch King had been. Almost. Because nobody could be as angry as a Scorned Bitch. Nobody. Even Harry couldn't.
The preteen morosely sat by himself in the cafe and began drawing in the greasy table, his fingers tracing some runes before he remembered that he wasn't supposed to do that. He didn't want to pull another 'How-The-Hell-Did-You-Open-A-Door-To-The-Elysium-When-You-Don't-Even-Know-How-To-Correctly-Trace-Runes' or HTHDYOADTTEWYDEKHTCTR as Hermione had calmly resumed after that little incident with the Department of Mysteries. (Harry was pretty sure that the Angel brat was the culprit. He had been so annoying that Harry had traced mindlessly some things on the ground and had opened without even knowing how the Gates to Hell)
The preteen blinked and swiftly erased the drawings with his sleeve, trying to ignore how the runes were already glowing hauntingly. Sometimes, he tended to forget how powerful he was in this world.
He sighed heavily and leaned his chin on his folded arms. The young wizard closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
The accident in Kokuyo came back in his mind and he gritted his teeth when he remembered those burned bodies. How the smell had plagued his clothes and that he had ended by burning them. Bless Sugar Lips for his sweater. That thing had been big enough to cover Harry's body entirely.
He then remembered the note left by That Man and scowled. That Skull had better be useful or Harry would be out for blood.
The raven sighed angrily and finally opened his eyes. He met without big surprise the dark eyes from the baby sipping coffee in front of him and Harry sighed for the last time of the day.
"Reborn," he greeted coldly.
He was feeling like being a bitch today. Probably because he was still feeling some PMS (Post Murder Syndrome) after killing that girl in Kokuyo. And almost loosing the three boy's. So being a little bitch, he was. And he didn't regret anything.
"Harry," the baby said icily. "Do you know about tonight?"
The wizard frowned and pursed his lips.
"I know about a party for Lambo tonight," he stared at the Arcobaleno and his frown increased. "Is there anything else to know?"
Reborn smirked and tilted his head. His chubby fingers were circling his cup of coffee and the green eyes followed every of his moves.
"Your reaction is pretty cold," the baby stated and he sipped his coffee. "I'd have thought that you'd react more angrily..."
Harry's eyes flashed angrily and he slowly straightened his back.
"So," the wizard drawled lazily. "What didn't they told me?"
"Mm?" Reborn tilted his head and pursed his lips cutely. "Nothing that you won't find out tonight."
Harry scowled and was quick on his feet. He left the cafe and began walking angrily on the busy streets of Namimori before he took out of his phone. Generally, he didn't use it or turn it on as his magic was too powerful and broke it pretty frequently. But he needed to use it now.
The wizard carefully settled his magic down and looked at whatever he needed on his phone before he smirked.
"China, eh?" He drawled with a feral smirk. "I think that it's time to pay a visit to a dear friend~"
[...]
Ambrogio Nero wasn't a good and famous killer for nothing. Mostly because he could mend in a crow like nobody else. And because he was good at his job.
But before he was a famous killer, Ambrogio had been a tracker. After all, he specialised in sniping his targets and that dealt a lot with stalking the said target and finding the perfect spot to kill them.
Thus, this was why sending him to retrieve an Arcobaleno was the perfect job for him.
He stepped out of his taxi and calmly paid the fare before he took off his sunglasses and glanced at the grey sky of Moscow. He took a deep breath, taking in the coldness that was slowly seeping through his thin clothes and he tightened his fists.
Then, almost like a hound, he swiftly turned his head and followed his trail.
He had a week after all.
[...]
Dino gulped loudly and tried to not burst into tears. That was unsightly for a Mafia Boss. And Reborn would know about it and end torturing him.
So no bursting into tears. Even if he really wanted to do it.
Because, while he had know since long ago that Mitsuki's former cellmate wasn't an innocent kid, Dino hadn't know about the boy's viciousness and dangerous behaviour whenever he was angry at something.
"Huuu..." Dino dampened nervously his cracked lips and glanced at the battered teen covered in blood and then at the preteen smiling ferally at them. "Are you ok, Harry?"
The blond almost eeped when he was met with the preteen's green gaze and he instinctively raised his whip. It was a blessed reflex before it allowed him to avoid a rather nasty looking knife.
Wasn't it one of Belphegor's precious knives?
Dino really didn't want to know how the raven had ended with one.
"Why are you asking me that?" Harry said with a puzzled face. But he had still his feral smile on his lips and thus, it didn't really convince the blond. "I. Am. Perfectly. Well!"
'Right,' Dino snorted as he avoided expertly each and every blow from the preteen (who must have been a karateka in one of his last lives because being that good when one was that young was impossible. Unless he was an Arcobaleno). 'And I'm a princess...'
Harry narrowed his eyes ominously and glared at the mafia Boss.
"So what?" The wizard insisted. "Why did you ask?"
"Well," Dino chuckled nervously because he had thought for a moment that the preteen had read his mind. "You came here when you were supposed to be in Japan... You asked to fight us (or more like forced us to fight you) when you hate fighting... And you are singlehandedly massacring Kyoya..."
Hibari glared at the blond for telling the obvious fact and wiped the blood flowing on his face from a gash on his forehead.
The green eyed boy was an interesting boy when he was angry. He had appeared from nowhere and had attacked him without a word, just attacking relentlessly and avoiding his hits.
Kyoya had never been so thrilled in his life.
And if this was love then he was ready to announce to the whole Namimori that he loved the green eyed boy.
Also, the Prefect didn't like sharing his opponents so he really didn't appreciate Dino's interruption. He was going to bite to death the blond once he had settled this with the green eyed boy. Because the latter was the first in his list of biting to death.
After all, he still had to bite him for perverting Yamamoto Takeshi. As well as Sawada Tsunayoshi.
Kyoya had noticed how the brunette looked at the green eyed boy's butt whenever the latter was looking elsewhere. And of course, the green eyed boy was the one who perverted the herbivores.
"So what?" The green eyed boy repeated while he snorted sassily. If that was even possible. "It's not like he doesn't like it!"
"W-well... Uh..." Dino spluttered nervously and Hibari narrowed his eyes at this evident sight of weakness.
"Move," he ordered coldly while he poked with a tonfa the blond. "You're in the way."
Harry pursed his lips in a mockingly smirk and he tilted his eyes while he flexed his fingers. The boy hadn't taken out his stick and that alone was enough to anger the Prefect.
After all, he knew (from his hated stay in Kokuyo) that the preteen was stronger when he used his stick.
That meant that he was too weak for the preteen. And that pissed Kyoya to no end.
He snarled and pushed the buttons on his tonfa, making the extremities pop and the chains rattled while he took another stance.
"So you still want more," the wizard said and his voice was surprisingly happy for someone who had just beaten the hell out of the fearsome Prefect of Namimori. "I always knew that you were in BDSM stuff..."
Kyoya pounced.
[...]
Chrome looked nervously at the house and gulped quietly. Even if she knew that nothing could really hurt now that she was connected to Rokudo Mukuro, that didn't mean that she was stronger than before.
She could still be scared stiff of meeting new people.
Even if they were people that his dear savior, Harry, held dear and desired to protect.
Chrome took a deep breath and unconsciously reached to Mukuro's conscience. The teenager answered quickly, almost as if he had been waiting for her.
::What is it, Chrome?:: he asked almost gently and she suddenly remembered that for the teenager, she was probably what he had left with Harry.
They were very similar now that she thought about it.
::Nothing, Mukuro-sama,:: she swiftly answered.
She shouldn't bother him with her unnecessary stress over pointless things when his family's whereabouts were unknowns and he was busy with a very difficult job. She still really didn't know much about him. Just some pointless things like he liked chocolate and missed the sun.
Still, she liked talking with him. He was funny.
Except when they were talking about Harry. Those time were when she drew a line. Harry was an awesome person and she wouldn't let anyone talk trash about him. Even his adopted son.
::Very well,:: Mukuro said. Then, probably because he had remembered something important, he added, ::Be careful around Sawada's mother. She's dangerous. More than she lets it show. Harry was the one who taught her after all, kufufu~::
Chrome widened her eye in surprise and she gripped nervously the helm of her shirt. She was wearing simple clothes, a simple skirt and a long sweater with black boots. Mukuro had said that they were simple enough to not catch any undesired attention and she had nodded. She didn't want to catch attention. She just needed to repay her debt to Harry.
The young girl took a deep breath in and finally decided herself to knock at the door and introduce herself to her new boss. She still needed to find out about what had happened in Kokuyo and Mukuro had told her that Sawada would probably know.
However, before she could even knock at the door, she heard a soft cough behind her and Chrome turned to face a woman with warm brown eyes and a heartwarming smile.
"Ara," the woman said with a soft voice and tilted her head. "Are you Tsu-kun's friend? Harry-kun's?"
Chrome dampened nervously her lips and felt a blush creep on her pale flesh. She shyly dipped her head and looked at her boots, not daring to look at the woman's face.
The latter pursed her lips and observed the girl before her smile widened.
"You must be Harry-kun's cousin!" She said as she clapped her hand happily. "He told me that you'd probably visit!"
Chrome widened her eyes in surprise and looked up to meet the warm eyes of the smiling housewife.
"R-really?" The teenager said softly.
"And he was true!" The woman nodded sternly. "Your eye has the prettiest amethyst shade."
Chrome couldn't find her words and her blush increased even more.
"Why don't you follow me?" The woman asked happily. "We have so much to talk about! I bet that you want to know a lot of things, right?"
The young girl nodded shyly and followed the housewife.
"You can call me Maman," the latter told her as she began to prepare their lunch. "And what's your name, my dear?"
"Chrome," the teenager said softly.
"Chrome-chan then," Nana nodded while smiling heartwarmingly at the young girl. "Please make yourself at home."
Chrome felt an unknown warmth seep in her chest and she slightly smiled.
Harry's house was a really great home. She could understand why he lived there.
[...]
A prisoner fell to his knees and began to plead for mercy. However, he wasn't granted one and began to scream once again in pain.
Not that Mukuro really cared. He wasn't really looking around him, his eyes almost dead to the world, as he observed what was happening around his new puppet.
Not that Chrome was really a puppet. While she did whatever he told to do, she was still reticent whenever she did something that could annoy Harry. She was really attentive to the boy's well being and Mukuro couldn't help but appreciate that sight.
She wasn't as weak as she thought.
(Also, her illusions were deadly good. It made him wonder if Harry's adoptive father was as good as her...)
The Vendice next to him slashed another prisoner's chest and blood splashed them. Mukuro didn't even blink and he wiped the blood stain on his cheek.
He watched the Sawada matriarch talk with Chrome and slightly basked in the happiness that the young girl was feeling. Maybe he would talk a bit with Harry so he would let the girl live in the Sawada house.
But that went a bit against the boy's wish of not dealing with Chrome.
Mukuro clicked his tongue in annoyance and casted an illusion around a prisoner. The poor man began to cry as he screeched loudly.
Sawada Nana asked Chrome what she thought of his cousin.
The prisoner's eyes rolled and he felt unconscious. Mukuro sighed and glanced at his watch. His work had ended hours ago. The illusionist shrugged and he left the torture cells, nodding absentmindedly at the Vendice that were still torturing the prisoners and went to his room. He took a shower and kept an eye on Chrome's discussion.
Nana was now talking about Harry's lovelife and how she wished that he ended with her son.
Mukuro made a grimace and swiftly cut the connection. That was the kind of things that he really didn't want to know about. Harry, even if he was his adoptive father, was just a kid. He couldn't have a lovelife. Even more if Mukuro hadn't approved of his suitors.
(Mukuro was still mixed about the Italian who had ended betrothed to the preteen. Ambrogio Nero was a good man and had saved his life from Nana's cheesegrater)
He sighed and let himself fall on his bed. He knew that he should dry himself after his shower but just couldn't find the energy to do it. He crawled under his duvet and fell asleep like that.
Without knowing that letting Chrome all alone with Sawada Nana would drastically change the innocent and adorable young girl.
[...]
"This," Nana explained as she patted affectionately the pile of mangas that she had dropped on the kitchen table. "Is my most precious treasure. After Tsu-kun and everyone of course~!"
Chrome blinked and glanced at the colored jackets. She could vaguely distinguish men with big eyes and naked chests that were embracing each other before her cheeks reddened.
"Oh," she simply said as she opened one of the mangas.
Nana proudly nodded and smiled widely. "Indeed," she cheerfully exclaimed. "That's also what Harry said when he found out."
"Harry-sam... Harry did?" The teenager widened her eye and looked at the housewife before she glanced at the page.
Which had a very naked man being toyed by another (also very naked) man.
"Oh..." Chrome repeated and her blush increased even more as she proceeded reading.
"You can borrow them, Chrome-chan," Nana added while she sipped a bit of her tea. "I have a lot more. And I think that Harry hides some in Tsu-kun's bookcase."
"Thank you very much, Maman," the young girl said as she bowed her head respectfully. "I'll try to give them back as quick as possible."
"And if you want to read more of then, don't hesitate and come here," the housewife told her happily. "I'd love to discuss about Tsu-kun's manliness in his couple with Harry. They are my OTP, you know?"
Chrome cocked her head and furrowed softly her eyebrows.
"OTP?" She whispered with a puzzled face.
"Oh dear," Nana exclaimed with a horrified face. "I'll call Bianchi and Fuuta-kun! We can't let you leave this house without knowing the basics!"
Chrome blinked and with that brief time, she was suddenly surrounded by the frantic housewife, an unknown woman with gorgeous features and burgundy hair and finally, a young boy with a cute scarf hiding his mouth.
"Very well," Nana began once everyone was served a cup of hot tea. "Everyone, this is Chrome-chan."
"I'm Bianchi," the gorgeous woman said and Chrome greeted her with a shy bow of her head.
Bianchi merely blinked and turned her head to Nana, probably wondering why she had been called when she had other things to do during the day.
"And I'm Fuuta," the young boy said with a soft voice. "You look familiar, Chrome-san. Did we meet somewhere?"
Chrome blushed nervously and shook her head. Fuuta pursed his lips and tilted his head.
"Really?" He whispered and he suddenly smiled at the teenager girl. "Then it was probably in a dream! We must be meant to meet!"
Chrome blinked and looked in surprise at Nana. The woman was merely smiling and she sipped her tea. Then, almost as if she had felt the curiosity in everyone's mind, she put her cup down and clasped her hands together.
"Everyone," she said with a serious face. "We need to explain the basics to Chrome-chan."
"I see," Bianchi nodded and tapped pensively her finger against her chin. "It's like with Harry..."
"I'll go fetch the ranking then," Fuuta took out of nowhere a big book and put it on the kitchen table before he began to search in it something.
"Great!" Nana smiled happily and took Chrome's hand. "Don't be afraid, my dear! Everything will be alright. Everyone in this house went through it. Even Tsu-kun and he almost didn't cry through the whole process!"
"Tche," Bianchi said under her breath and Chrome glanced at her discreetly. "He's still too ignorant to see the true beauty of love..."
Nana nodded with a sad smile and she sighed wistfully.
"But it doesn't matter, Bianchi-chan," she told the young woman. "Because Tsu-kun is my son! It runs in his blood and someday, it will awaken and everything will be alright!"
"Tsuna-nii is the first in the ranking of the ones who will ship YamaGoku," Fuuta piped from his spot.
"See!" Nana smiled brightly.
"Ship? YamaGoku?" Chrome hesitantly asked and gulped loudly when she was met with three passionate and fiery glares.
"Indeed," Bianchi muttered as she cracked her fingers. "We must go through the basics..."
The teenager girl gulped and cowered in her chair.
"Don't be afraid," Nana cooed as her eyes gleamed strangely at the girl. "This won't hurt you at all..."
[...]
::Mukuro-sama?::
Chrome's soft voice seeped through the darkness of his dreamless sleep and Mukuro grunted vaguely while he rubbed his drowsy eyes. He wiped swiftly the trail of drool on his cheek and ran a hand through his indigo hair that had covered his face during his sleep.
::Yes, Chrome?::
The young girl seemed nervous in his mind and Mukuro smiled a bit. He could picture her stamping nervously and shifting her weigh on her feet.
::Ummm...:: she finally said and Mukuro had almost fell asleep again. He shrugged and pinched his arm to stay awake. She probably had news on Chikusa and Ken. ::Is it bad if I ship you with someone?::
Mukuro raised a perplexed brow and looked around him. He was still in his room and nobody could see him make strange faces. That was great because he had never been so much intrigued and perplexed by something in his life. And that was something because he had had to deal with Harry's nonsense.
::Well,:: he drawled. ::It's always great to know that you 'ship' me... And with whom if I may ask?::
::...!::
Mukuro smiled and laughed softly. He could feel the girl's embarrassment and he shook his head. This was a strange but amusing way of waking up.
::With Ambrogio Nero-san,:: Chrome answered after some seconds. Her voice was surprisingly cheery and she added with enthusiasm. ::I know that you met only once but you told me that he was an interesting man! You're now my OTP, Mukuro-sama!::
'WHAT?'
Mukuro blinked and tried to conceal his surprise.
::Don't let that distract you from your mission,:: he finally remembered that the girl was waiting for an answer and said.
::Understood, Mukuro-sama,:: Chrome said seriously. But she quickly added. ::If you ever meet Ambrogio Nero-san, could you contact me? I want to see if there is any tension between you...::
Mukuro face palmed.
Of course, he let her alone with a Sawada and she ended like that...
He totally blamed his father on this.
[...]
Finally, the night had come. Sawada Iemitsu sat on the cistern and he glanced below him. The Cervello were still installing the ring for the Thunder match and the man furrowed his brows. He felt like he had forgotten something really important.
Iemitsu heard a familiar flapping of wings and he smiling widely at the baby that had arrived flying with his eagle.
"Colonnello," Iemitsu greeted happily. "Nice to see you tonight! I didn't peg you as someone who liked seeing a match of endurance..."
"And I'm not, kora!" The COMSUBIN former soldier said as he shrugged. "I just wanted to see how the Potter brat would act during the match."
"I see," the adult's smile dimmed and he scratched his stubble. "I don't see why everyone is so fixated with him. To tell you the truth, he didn't even react when I invited to this match..."
Colonnello widened his eyes in surprise and he opened his mouth but nothing came out. He gulped nervously and finally got his nerves back on control.
"Are you sure that you told him everything?" He insisted. "Everything, everything? His son fighting against Levi-thing?"
"Yeah, pretty sure," Iemitsu nodded and smiled sharply at the baby. "That boy doesn't really care about the Bovino. I'm sure that he won't cause any problems tonight."
"I wouldn't bet on that," the baby muttered and he jumped from the cistern.
He landed next to the group of teenagers that had arrived on the rooftop and glared briefly at the man that was shivering by the other side of the ring. Well, it seemed that Levi-a-Than was scared shitless of the Potter brat. At least, someone knew the brat's true ability.
Not like Sawada Iemitsu.
Colonnello had already the perfect epitaph for him.
「Fooling him was the reason of his death. R.I.P. the idiot man who thought that fooling Naruhouhou-Potter was easy and that said Naruhoudou-Potter was a weak little boy.」
Well, it was still too long. He needed to work on that.
Finally the time for the match arrived.
Tsuna gulped loudly and looked at Lambo. The little boy was playing with a ball of wool (Tsuna was beginning to think that the boy was more like an animal than a human) and the brunette grasped the old horns that the Adult Lambo had given him previously.
"Lambo," he said between his gritted teeth and the young Bovino looked at him with surprise. "Listen to me, if you feel like this is too much for you, you can forfeit, ok? Don't stress yourself and don't get hurt. You heard me?"
The little boy nodded and laughed at his worried face.
"What is it, No-Good-Tsuna? You look like you want to go poop! You should go! Lambo-san will kick his ass and play with the shiny stuff!" The Bovino pranced happily in his yellow boots and Tsuna frowned while his worries only increased.
Where was Harry? He needed to see the boy. If the boy was there and approved of Lambo fighting that scary looking man, then Tsuna felt like his stress and worry would decrease a bit.
"Maybe I should go to the toilet," Tsuna laughed nervously and hugged tightly the kid. "Don't get hurt, okay? You absolutely can't."
"Uuuh, you're acting weird, No-Good-Tsuna," Lambo picked his nose and wiped the snot on Tsuna's shoulder.
That was the last straw for Gokudera. During all this time, he had endured all his retorts and angry bursts because he had seen how stressed and worried his beloved boss was. But Lambo's behaviour had been too much for him.
"Stupid cow!" He screeched as he punched Lambo's head harshly. "Don't talk back to the Tenth!"
"Ow, ow, ow," the kid jumped in pain and began to reach for his Bazooka, knocking his horns over.
However, Tsuna was faster and he took the boy's hand.
"Lambo," the brunette said gently. "You can't use the bazooka tonight. Something could end really bad so don't do it. Ok?"
Gokudera rolled his eyes as he heard Lambo retort something witty at his idol and he rubbed his fist on the kid's forehead.
"Stupid cow, don't talk back! How many time do I have to tell you that!" He glared at the boy and noticed that horns on the ground. "And you lost your horns too! One day, you'll lose them!"
He took a pen out of his pocket and quickly wrote the degrading nickname on the horns. Lambo began sniffing and teared up as he saw the kanjis on his precious horns.
"Those were Papa's last present!" He screeched and he punched angrily Gokudera's shins. "I hate you!"
Static began to surround the kid and suddenly, a thunder sounded around them as the silver haired boy was pushed back by a bolt of pure static.
"What the hell was that?" Gokudera widened his eyes in surprise and looked at the snivelling kid.
Lambo was still crying and the static around him became more and more dense as his tears pooled at his feet. But everything stopped when the kid was hugged tightly by Tsuna and the teen patted awkwardly his back.
"Don't worry, Lambo," the brunette tried to cheer him and smiled nervously at him. "I have a present from Harry for you!"
Lambo's tears stopped immediately and he sniffed loudly.
"Really?" He said wistfully.
"Really," Tsuna assured.
He took out the horns that Adult Lambo had given him and smiled brightly at the boy.
"Also," he added while he faked his cheeriness. "Harry will come and see you tonight. I'm sure that he wouldn't want to see you cry."
Lambo nodded and took the old and rusty horns and put them in his hair next to his own.
"Remember," Tsuna told him just before he got into the ring. "Don't get hurt and forfeit if you feel like it's too difficult."
Lambo smiled brightly and nodded.
"I'm going!" He exclaimed happily.
Tsuna felt his chest constrict.
"That was the cutest thing I've ever seen," someone muttered next to him.
The teen frowned and looked at his right before he felt his heart stop.
"H-Harry?" Tsuna screeched and he almost feared what would happen once his subconscious realised that the preteen was there.
"Hello, Tsuna," the dark haired boy answered with a smile. "That's a really strange party that you've set here..."
The brunette nodded and noticed only then that the preteen was covered in scratches and band-aids. He looked like he had just gotten out of a war.
"What happened?" Tsuna asked softly while they observed Lambo dance under the rain.
"Mm?" Harry said absentmindedly and he bit pensively his lips. "I fought Hibarin. He's cute as hell when he's riled up. Too bad that I had to leave when things were getting hot..."
'Yeah,' Tsuna's subconscious muttered sassily. 'Too bad that we didn't get to see that. Koi was probably riled up too... And sexy as hell. And... WHERE THE HELL WERE WE, HUH? IN FUCKING SCHOOL! THAT'S IT, I QUIT!'
Tsuna winced and tried to ignore his subconscious' angry mumbles about how unfair it was that Hibari got to see Harry bloody and they didn't.
"Say, Tsuna," Harry suddenly muttered and Tsuna blinked because he had lost for a moment all ties to the real world.
"Yes?" He said weakly.
Mostly because he was weak on the knees at the moment. And no, it wasn't because Harry was sexy as hell when he was covered in scratch. (And that scared Tsuna a bit because it meant that he had a strange kink if he liked seeing Harry like that...)
It was more because Harry had a dead glare on Lambo's opponent and at the two Cervello.
"This isn't a party, right?" The preteen added coolly.
If one hadn't known the raven, he would have thought that the boy was pretty detached from whatever would happen. However, Tsuna knew Harry. And he knew that the preteen was about to snap.
"Yeah," the teenager sighed and massaged his temples softly. "My father elected Lambo as my Thunder Guardian and I couldn't stop him from going out there..."
Yes, he had totally thrown all the culpability on his father. And you know what? He didn't regret it a bit.
Better his father than him, anyways.
'But I'm not against angry sex...' His subconscious muttered gloomily.
'Not now,' Tsuna told him.
'Yeah,' the other nodded reluctantly. 'Doing it with him when he's in his mantis mode wouldn't be a good idea...'
'Soooo,' Tsuna drawled when he noticed how angry Harry was. There was literally waves of pure hate rolling out of the boy. 'What kind of flowers should we buy for the funeral?'
'How about a dildo? 'Cause he really fucked up.'
The brunette snickered discreetly and tried to ignore Reborn's curious look.
Indeed, Iemitsu was so fucked right now.
In short, what happened in this chapter is that Adult Tsuna doesn't want to talk about Harry (did they fight? Probably for pudding), Lambo just can't read the vibe, Gokudera loves Tsuna (he liiiiikes him~), no sexy Yamamoto, Chrome ships NeroKuro (See what I did here? No? ok...), Nana was the one who initiated Harry to Yaoi and shipping, Tsuna will end shipping YamaGoku (or 8059) and that Iemitsu is a dead man. That's it.
So, by the next chapter, you can guess what will happen: I'll wait for reviews, write a bit, Despair because I just can't get the right writing for a scene, read a review and then get back to writing. And this again and again.
And this is me every time I write... So how about a review?