Another omake. :D
I just really wanted to write a bit about the first generation, y'know? =3=
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Chapter 21/omake 2: The First Generation
Two transparent figures stood at Namimori Middle's gates, watching the students pour out; one a gentle, light blue-eyed blond in a simple, light pink old-fashioned dress, the other a graceful dark blue-eyed woman in a turquoise, floral kimono, her black hair flowing down in a similar way to the first's.
"He really does resemble Giotto." commented the blond, Elena, as a certain brunette and his companions past them by.
"In more ways than one." Despite her best efforts, a bitter smile found is way to the deceased Japanese girl's face. After all, the only reason Vongola Primo – or Ieyasu Sawada, as he had introduced himself – married her all those years ago was because she was the only one forward about her feelings for him and he didn't know how to refuse; he never saw her as more than a friend.
The Italian chuckled. "Yes, it would seem he has just as much talent in… 'attracting' people. Is there anyone you're cheering for in the competition to win your great, great, great grandson's heart, Chinatsu?"
The black-haired woman considered for a moment. "No, not really… Maybe that Kyoko girl."
"I knew that rotten cheese prank would earn her your favor..." Elena sighed, shaking her head.
Rolling her eyes, the other crossed her arms. "Well who do you think would be the best match for my great, great, great grandson?"
A huge, blindingly bright smile stretched across the blond's face. "Mukuro, of course; just like I want Daemon to win Giotto's heart."
"Figures…" It was now Chinatsu's turn to sigh and shake her head. "Shouldn't you react a bit… differently to your old lover falling for a friend of yours?"
"You know it's been a long time since Daemon and I have seen each other that way, even if it took him a while to realize it; we're just better off as friends. It's not like our dear Vongola Primo's other Guardians and Cozart don't like him like that, anyway; you yourself know how easy it is to fall prey to his oblivious charm." The Italian's smile turned somewhat cat-ish. "And Daemon and Giotto do look adorable together…"
"… You've been reading yaoi manga again, haven't you?"
Elena ran off cackling like the old witch that she was, leaving an exasperated Chinatsu to run after her, tripping over her own kimono every few steps.
She'd have to consider getting more flexible clothing if she continued spending time with the only woman who could scold the first generation Vongola and get away with it.
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You can expect to see the first generation ghosts showing up in more omakes. Feel free to make requests for situations involving them as well. X3