Okay you guys really didnt like that last one. Only two people reviewed when normally like 10 do. So I get that you didnt like it, although it had to be done. It was my first time writing a scene like that and was kind of hoping for a different reaction, but whatever, just got to do better next time.
Here you go.
ENJOY
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING!?" A man screamed, spittle flying through the air, and then settling down innocently on my face. I stiffened in place and slowly wiped the spit off with the back of my hand, dragging it down my face with a bored expression. The man in front of me, the little drool factory, was lecturing me on the rules of society.
"YOU WILL PAY FOR ALL THE DAMAGE! " His arms flew in the air while twisting his head around in anger, making him look like a headless chicken. "BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH!" was all I heard.
I was in the local grocery store and was browsing the aisles when I happened upon a watermelon stand. And here is a fact, (A/N-applies to me and Hayato) I absolutely love all fruits (Pineapple included, can't wait until I see Mukuro, gonna glomp that bitch) and was a little excited to see a SALE sign.
So we all know that there are different ways to check the ripeness and/or freshness of a fruit and it just so happened that for watermelon, you rap it with your knuckles and listen to the sound. If it sounds hollow then it's ripe, if not then it is unripe. It was really hot out, the midst of summer and there is nothing better than a slice of cold watermelon on a hot day, so obviously I wanted some.
I was happily tapping away at the watermelons, trying to sort the good ones out of the bunch when I started to get into the beat. Before I knew it I was drumming away at several different melons, making some damn good music. I was positioned inside the cart that they were placed in, with the fruit stationed strategically around me like a makeshift drum set. So as I was playing impromptu music and turning the produce into bongos, several people had stopped to gawk at the sight that was me.
I got to tell you, I felt like a fucking reggae artist, I just needed some dreadlocks and maybe a beanie and I'd be set. But alas, I had neither, but I was wearing a baseball cap. And you know me, the opportunist that I am, put it out in front of me, placing it out for donations and started up again. I was making quite a commission too; a lot of kids were running up and depositing some of their newly attained snacks and candy their parents just bought them into the cap. Adults looked on in amusement and some in distaste.
I bring "playing with your food" to a whole new level.
Mind you, I was still in a grocery store, a place of business while jamming out on the watermelon drums. When the guy dressed a typical grocer uniform with the striped shirt and green apron appeared, and started wailing on me about disrespectful children and world hunger and shit.
I mostly tuned him out, but whatever, he didn't need to know that.
"I AM CALLING MY MANAGER- BLAH BLAH BLAH" and so on. While he was screaming and spitting, (the man needs a bucket underneath him or something) I calmly pulled out my wallet and withdrew about ten thousand yen. (A/N-Which is equivalent to about a hundred dollars Canadian, and yes I'm Canadian, deal with it. Don't make me sick a beaver on your ass.) His eyes grew in proportion and jaw hung loose with a look of disbelief.
"I'm pretty sure this covers the watermelon and any other inconveniences I caused you; just send the rest over to my house." I said placing the money in his hand. He looked at me in a new light, seeing as how I just whipped out a large amount of cash like it was nothing, and by the size of my wallet, there was more where that came from. And before you can say stuff about how grocery stores don't deliver, well yes they usually don't. But there are exceptions, like the elderly or the disabled for example, the grocery stores around here (because Japan has EVERYTHING) made their employees drop off food (paid of course) to the customers homes, if they themselves couldn't manage it.
This service was mostly for the elderly.
So seeing how my hair was silver, edging on white. I think I fall into that category.
Also kind of helped that I had a ton of money to blow too, let me tell you that Vittorio doesn't hold back, he spoils his children like big time. I once said "I could eat a ton of these" about a cake that I'd bought from the local bakery, and the next day a truck came by to drop off exactly a ton of sugar loaded pastries.
It was the life, swimming in frosting and diving into a pool of strawberries.
The disgruntled employee promptly let me go, and reassured me that I was welcome anytime. Taking his word for it, I promised to be back soon, with a lot of money in tow. By now I only had one watermelon with me, seeing as I was headed to Tsuna's house and it was polite to bring a gift of sorts when you visit (also some canisters of tea leaves that I had imported from Sri Lanka, one of the best tea producing countries in the world). It was held by a mesh sort of net and I whistled softly while sucking on a lollipop some kid had given me in praise of my performance.
Ironically enough, it was watermelon flavored.
Taking the pink coloured sucker out of my mouth, I knocked on the Sawada household and was greeted by an open door. I cautiously peeked my head in and shouted a quick hello.
"Tsuna? You here?" I said, projecting my voice towards the stairs, predictably where his room was.
"Hayato-chan... what's up?" He asked nervously while strolling down the steps, thankfully not tripping and falling.
"Want some watermelon? I got a ton." I said truthfully, there were probably a couple dozen melons waiting for me at home. I looked up at him to see him shrug and sweat form on his brow.
"I'm... really thankful... but I'm kind of in the middle of something right now." He chuckled out nervously. Immediately my gossip instincts were on full blast, I smelt drama and being a girl, I loved me some drama. (A/N- not saying all girls like drama, but most do)
"Oh? That so...well what type of 'something' are you in right now?" I asked curiously while rolling the lollipop around between my teeth. "Do you need any help?" He stopped to stare and seemed to consider something before coming to a conclusion.
"Well... actually... there is-"He started out sheepishly, before spotting my stiff posture. Bianchi was headed towards us with Reborn trailing by her side, and I let out a surprised noise.
"Nee-chan?" I said with my eyebrows raised, she said she was headed out for work today and lo and behold here she was flirting up a storm with Reborn.
"Hayato..." she said in return, with a somewhat embarrassed tone. Good, at least now she knows not to lie to me.
"Eh? Nee-chan? Huh?" Tsuna looked back and forth between us in surprise and confusion. I walked up to her to give her a quick one armed hug and a quick peck on the cheek, she returned my actions. We chatted a bit while Tsuna began to freak out over the news and watched as Reborn explained the situation.
"Nee-chan...Nee-chan..? So that means..." he muttered while clutching his head in his hands in utter mortification. "EHHHH! Hayato-chan and Bianchi are siblings?!" he screamed while turning to his tutor.
"Yep, with different moms." Reborn said calmly while biting into his popsicle.
Damn boy, where'd you get that, I want some.
As I turned to ask Bianchi where the popsicles were at, I was met with a chocolate covered ice pop (A/N-lol I typed poop) shoved in my mouth. Mumbling out a thank you while chewing, Bianchi let out a nod while she continued to mix some sort of concoction in a bowl.
She's so tuned into my needs I don't even have to say anything. Example, I had gotten some ice-cream smeared on the corner of my mouth and I was groping around my pockets for a napkin, making it look like I was molesting myself, when she appeared out of nowhere again and wiped it away.
Once again a smile of thanks and a nod of understanding were exchanged.
Got to love family.
As Tsuna watched this very loving familial scene, he decided he had had enough and wanted a more clear explanation. He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to the kitchen for a talk.
"Whoa Tsuna be gentle, I'm a very delicate lady you know." I drawled while looking around and placing the tea I had bought for them on the counter. "That's for you by the way."
He only stared at me in accusation and went to put away to gift. Tsuna snorted and looked at me from the corner of his eye,
"Delicate? Yeah right, are there even delicate tanks?" he said mockingly. My eyebrow twitched and I punched his arm in retaliation, with no real force behind it.
We shared a short laugh before he asked again. "So what's with you being sisters with Bianchi?" he asked curiously while tilting his head to the side cutely.
The watermelon was starting to get warm so I suggested a little bit of multitasking. So as I cut open the watermelon, I began to tell him my (second) life story.
"Bianchi and I are half sisters, sharing a father." I started out while taking out a large knife from the cupboard. "She only learned of my existence when we first met when I was 3, and she was six." He nodded while waiting to hear the rest of the story.
"We immediately hit it off and she became my older sister, loving me, protecting me..." I said with a fond smile on my face, making Tsuna pause in his thoughts to see the rare sight. "She is the best sister anyone could ask for; it felt like I had opened the biggest present ever when I met her...well until she started cooking..." I grimaced in pain of the memory, feeling Tsuna shudder in fear beside me.
"We lived in a luxurious mansion, so there were some big parties to be expected. When I turned six, Papa invited everybody and wanted to unveil my new painting for everyone to see." (A/N- I made Hayato artistic, but in a different sense, she can draw instead of playing the piano, seeing as she didn't want to copy Gokudera in any other sort of way, it felt wrong to her. Remember back to the tattoo chapter where she shows some artistic talent?) "And well, when I get nervous, I binge eat, and stuff my face with desserts or any sort of sugar for that matter." I explained while handing him a large slice of watermelon. We bit into the fruit leisurely and sat in companionable silence as we enjoyed the sweet fruit. Spitting out a black melon seed, I continued the story.
"So Bianchi-nee wanted to make me feel better, seeing as I was about to explode with nerves. So as I was putting the finishing touches on the painting, Nee-chan had acquired the use of the kitchen and baked me a dozen cookies. "
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"Hayato, I baked these for you, eat it" Bianchi said shyly while holding out a plate of purple tinted cookies. I stared in disbelief and utter fear at the plate in her hands. Willing it to go away with my mind.
When it didn't disappear I could only stare off into the distance with a look of disappointment on my face.
The Force was not with me.
After several awkward minutes of me just staring at her and her fidgeting around nervously, she finally looked over at me with tears in her eyes.
"You don't want it?" She sniffled out, sharp green eyes misting over with tears, "I made them especially for you..." she said guilt tripping me into outer space. I panicked and waved my arms out in reassurance.
"No, no, no... That's not it!" I said feeling a strange sense of déjà vu. She wiped away at her eyes and stared at me hopefully, once again holding out the plate of poison laced treats. I did a quick sign of the cross when she blinked and sent up a prayer to the Heavens, hoping I didn't die from eating a cookie.
You know what, that would be the lamest yet most awesome death ever. Can you imagine the people at your funeral? Oh yeah, she died eating a cookie, not by a car crash or a shoot out, a cookie. That is so boring, but at the same time, epic. I mean death via cookie? That's some dark shit, you don't hear that every day, perfect for a person like me.
So I prayed and swallowed.
"..."
It was surprisingly not that bad. A little on the burnt side, but otherwise edible, I continued chewing and was about to reach for another when it hit my stomach. The pain shot across my body and an extremely nauseous feeling overcome me, bringing me to my knees. My head clouded over and I clutched my paintbrush in pain.
Then I blacked out.
The next thing I knew I was on stage in front of an audience of snobbish rich people all chattering about Vittorio's little girl. I stiffened in surprise, spotting the covered canvass behind me on an elaborate stand.
"Hahahaha! Welcome everyone!" Vittorio boomed, arms wide in greeting. "Thank you for coming to my party, and now for the big unveiling of Hayato's new painting!" he laughed joyfully while holding his glass of wine in the air.
"A toast, to my baby girl." He said, smiling lovingly at me. I just grinned crookedly back, sweat pouring out of me in buckets. I didn't remember anything, nothing at all since I had eaten that cookie Bianchi had baked. I thought for sure I'd just puke and have to visit the restroom, not lose half a day!
"Hon, why don't you show everyone your painting." He said while patting my head encouragingly. "She's been all hush hush, saying that absolutely no one could see it until it was finished." Vittorio joked to the crowd, all the while nudging me towards the cloth covered painting.
I swallowed in trepidation and clenched my eyes closed. I had a pretty good idea what I was doing in those blank hours I was missing. In the series, Gokudera had played the piano horribly under the influence of Bianchi's cooking. Not only could the girl burn water, but she could poison it with nothing but her bare hands. If that's not scare than I don't know what is. So obviously after some reasoning, I had to conclude that my painting was affected as well, I just hoped it was nothing too bad, otherwise I'd never live it down.
Heaving one last heavy sigh, I pulled the sheet off in a flourish and abruptly turned around to avoid looking at the canvas.
"Gasp! Amazing!"
"How abstract!"
"Very modern... I like it."
Came the praise of the party goers.
Feeling slightly better, I turned to see what all the fuss was about.
I paled, knees buckling once more.
As I moaned in despair my eyes roved over the painting with eyes alight in disbelief.
"No way..." I whispered out.
To what I was staring at, well I'll leave that to your capable imagination.
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"You're kidding..." Tsuna said mouth agape.
"Nope, sadly not." I replied with a shake of my head. "And that wasn't the last time either; Papa was so happy about the results that I became Bianchi's official guinea pig and was subjected to her cooking for years." I said while repressing a violent shudder.
"... But how do I get rid of her now!?" Tsuna shrieked, face panicked once more. He ran around in the kitchen with multiple watermelon seeds stuck to his face. As I calmed him down, I pulled out a photo I've been saving for a long time and showed it to the future mafia don.
"Well, this is this guy who Bianchi was obsessed about. They used to date before he died by an accident (if you can call being mauled to death by pigeons and poisoned with gelato and accident...) and she was totally in love with him. If you get a guy who looks like him to appear in front of her, she'll totally leave you alone." I said mentally snickering.
"...Well, I don't think it would be that easy to find a guy who-" Tsuna stopped when he glanced at the photo in my hand.
"Wait a minute! I know a cow like guy like him!" he screamed before rushing off, leaving me to clean up the remains of the watermelon.
Men, always leaving a mess.
As I let myself out, to avoid the onslaught of poison cooking that was sure to come. I stopped and remembered something, making me turn right back around. I entered the Sawada household, careful to avoid Tsuna's room. I turned to see Reborn calmly sipping the new tea I had brought over with his fedora on the counter, leaving his wild hair out for display. Leon was perched on a plate eating some watermelon that was left over from before.
"Hey, Reborn!" He spun to see me walk up to him and stop at the table. I pulled out an envelope from the back pocket of my shorts and handed it to the little hit man.
"Here are the photos I shot of Tsuna in all his boxer glory. Copies of course, I have the originals." I smiled evilly, enjoying the feeling of control and wanting to see Tsuna's expression when he found out about their existence.
Not only did I have the negatives, which meant I could produce as many copies as I wanted, Reborn had some also. If Tsuna thought he had it bad now, just wait until Reborn whips these out in front of Kyoko. Or better yet, his enemies.
"You're not going to get away with this!" Tsuna would yell in anger, just to see Reborn take out an album and share story time with the enemy.
"So this is Tsuna when he got hit in the balls repeatedly, here is Tsuna when he was half naked on school property... Oh and here's one where-"Reborn would say, the enemy in question would then compliment the quality.
"These are pretty good photos, nice lighting... Amazing angles... do you think the person who does this does weddings?" They would ask, "Me and the wifey are looking for a photographer." Reborn would only nod and transform Leon into a pen.
"No problem, she probably wouldn't mind, do you have a piece of paper? I can give you her number."
"Oh yeah sure." Pull out a piece of paper.
Tsuna would look on in disbelief, and I would relish his expression, of course while snapping a couple photos along the way.
"So this is her business number... And this is her email..."
While I mused my thoughts in sadistic glee, I ended up cackling like an evil duckling and not long after Reborn joined me. Although his evil laugh was MUCH better than mine, seeing as how he had more experience and all.
I'll get there someday.
Sigh.
Got to love being evil.
He thanked me and gave me a pat on the head like I was a little kid, I couldn't help but let out a silly grin at the action. He was so cute acting like that and he knew that I knew that he knew.
I nodded politely and bid farewell, closing the door behind me to leave for home.
It was a tiring day and I had some hibernating to do.
I cut off my shower time to type this out for you guys ya know. I normally in in the bathroom for like a half hour to an hour just thinking about life and relaxing, but no I just had to get this chap done. It pissed me off that the previous chapter didnt get that much attention so I had to put this up to make it up to my followers.
Not bothering with thanks, gots to shower. You all know the drill anyway.
Lots of love.