Confessions of a Gold-Digger
#35. Queen of Namimori
"Tsuna, I want to be Namimori's mayor!"
I bounced onto his bed as loudly as I could.
"What the fuck!" Tsuna jumped awake. He looked at me and then at the clock wildly, "Elena, it's 3AM! What are you doing here?!"
"I'm sorry if I ruined your beauty sleep, Princess Aurora," I rolled my eyes at Tsuna's glare, "but onto more pressing matters– let's talk about me."
"Elena, is there an off switch on you?" Tsuna groaned, rubbing hi. "You're as bad as Reborn."
"So, you know ho I decided not to be a gold-digger anymore?" I said, not waiting for an answer, "Well, it gave me bit of a mid-life crisis. I mean, if I don't want to marry rich men and kill them, who am I?"
"For the last time, Elena, you're too young to have a mid-life crisis–" Tsuna massaged his temples.
"Change of plans. I'm going to be the next mayor of Namimori," I said cheerily.
Tsuna took a whole five minutes to process that information. I kept grinning and he looked like he was developing a heart attack.
"Goddammit, Elena–" Tsuna's voice ached with resignation and frustration.
"I'm a born queen, Tsuna. No other role fits me better than ruling a town full of peasants–"
"Queen? Elena, Japan is a democracy–" Tsuna's sleepiness disappeared and he snapped into his default lecture mode. "Elena, you're not even eighteen. Plus, the passport we got you when you travelled to Venice marked you as an Italian citizen. The duty and responsibility of running an entire town–"
"Tuna boy, technically, I'm three years old. Plus, I fell from the sky so I'm a citizen of Heaven. Let's not bother our minds with stupid things like facts," I said and rubbed my hands, "You use some of that power and influence of yours to get me some official documents about my age and citizenship so I can go and rule this town."
"And why would I do that?" Tsuna looked me in the eye, challenging me to answer his question.
"Because I'm gonna kick your ass if you don't do it and, boy, I got moves that even Reborn hasn't heard about," I looked him back in the eyes, "My Justin Bieber double-arrow attack will send you flying to Las Vegas."
"I'm scared for my life," Tsuna clutched his heart in mock-fear.
"You should be," I said, seriously.
"Why the hell do you want to run for mayor? Why not skip everything and go for world domination?" Tsuna asked, his tone getting angrier. "Pull a Byakuran. You two seem to get along well, planning behind my back–"
"Tsuna, can you stop being mad at me? It's been two weeks since that incident and you got a powerful ally–" He had been giving me the silent treatment and ignoring me in general and it was fucking frustrating.
"You are reckless, Elena," Tsuna snapped, "You do things without thinking and, in the real world, that will get you killed. What happens to me then? How am I supposed to live without you?"
There was a certain desperation in his tone and his eyes had started glowing orange. He was angry at me and I could feel the way his flames were pushing mine away. A pool of dark thoughts hit me and I glared at him.
"You seemed to be doing fine the last three years," I spat, and Tsuna's anger melted away. He instantly reached out for my hand and I pulled it away, "Just so you know, I stopped you from being a genocidal murderer."
"Elena–" I snapped the door shut and stormed back into my room.
"Get up, idiot," I opened my eyes to find Bianchi (?) staring down at me but then I noticed the mismatched eyes.
I instantly jumped out of bed, hitting her with a pillow, "You fucked-up perv. Why are you hijacking Bianchi's body?"
I glared at Bianchi-Mukuro.
"My dear Chrome told me that Vongola was going to make this woman train you how to be his wife," Mukuro's sneer made the hair on my arms stand. I could feel the anger and hatred rolling off him. "I have no respect for someone who wishes to make you a proper whore for the Mafia."
"Mukuro!" I was shocked at his words. "Tsuna just wants Bianchi to train me to be a proper civilian Vongola woman. I need to know Mafia etiquette if I wish to be by Tsuna's side–"
"Your obliviousness is ridiculous, Elena!" Mukuro lost cool. "And the fact that you were fraternizing with Byakuran better be a fucking lie–"
"I'm sick and tired of everyone lecturing me. I am my own person–" What was with these two?!
"You are not your own person! You are my fucking family!" Mukuro yelled at me. "You are all the blood I have in this world and I will burn the Mafia before I let it taint you. The Vongola can't–"
"I refuse to leave Tsuna's side–"
"How about I give you a more realistic training than this woman could ever provide you?" Mukuro used his illusions to shut my mouth and make me sit on the bed.
I wanted to yell at him but no words left my mouth.
"You are expected to be the Vongola Decimo's wife. He will be the capo di tutti capi, the Godfather, of the Mafia and you will be expected to bear that monster's children," Mukuro's expression faltered for a few seconds as if the thought of my children dissolved his anger, "Not that your children would mean any less to me but– the point is, why be the reproduction unit of the king of the underworld?"
"Tsuna is not going to be my husband," he finally let me speak but I was feeling extremely confused.
Mukuro sighed with agitation, "No, he won't be. I won't let it happen. But that doesn't mean that he wants you any less."
"You are talking about Kyoko–" Or, maybe, Haru.
"I understand why you're in denial but you can't succumb to his villainous charm," Mukuro's anger dissolved into bitterness, "You are a Storm, an extremely weak Storm so naturally you are very submissive in nature which is worrying. Vongola has the strongest Sky flames in the Mafia and you are the object of his affections. He wants to dominate you as much as you want to submit to him but you can't jump into temptations. Once he gets a taste of you, he won't let you go no matter how much you regret your decision. He is a Mafia Boss by blood, a Sky by nature and they are unbelievable selfish and territorial–"
"God, you are such a drama queen," I groaned unhappily, plopping back to bed. "Succumb to his villainous charm? Really? What kind of soap operas have you been watching in your free time?"
"Have you two had sex yet?" Mukuro demanded.
"Mukuro, when you get out of prison, I'm gonna kick you so hard you will never be able to have sex," I said. "Grandma does not want to discuss her sex life with her descendant."
"Why are you like this, Elena?"
"Why am I so fucking awesome?" I asked and shrugged my shoulders, "Your guess is as good as mine."
"Your insufferable confidence is back. I see that Vongola healed your flames," Mukuro started eyeing me suspiciously, "How did he do that?"
My cheeks went all tomato red at the memory and I started pushing Bianchi-Mukuro out of the door. "I need to poop so leave me alone. I haven't pooped in days and I feel like this one is gonna be some real big shit."
"So you won't discuss your sex life but you'll tell me all about your poop life–" I slammed the door on his face. How the fuck was I related to such a inconsiderate asshole.
"Elena," Tsuna sat next to me during breakfast. He was wearing one of those suits that made him look fucking sexy– He was holding a stack of paper and he had this small smile on his face, "I have all the paperwork you'll need to run for mayor. I supported you when you wanted to be a gold-digger and I'm going to support you now."
I choked with emotions and gagged on my breakfast, making a very unattractive– hot expression.
"Tsuna, I.." I didn't know what to say.
"I'll get you a campaign manager and an account with some money for campaign spending. We could always coerce the town into voting for you–" He went into this little spiel of thoughts.
I silenced him with a peck on the lips and he looked a little stunned.
'You want to submit to him,' Mukuro's voice rang in my head. I did. I did. I wanted to be completely owned by this boy– man in front of me.
I pushed back those thoughts.
"I love you so much, you know that?" I asked, smiling, "But I'm going to do this on my own."
"Why?" Tsuna asked, holding me gently by the shoulders, "You don't have to–"
"I have spent too much time moping around. It's time I did something for me on my own."
"This is crazy and so Elena-like. You will so lose," Tsuna laughed suddenly, "Why are you doing this, though? Why run for mayor?"
"To kick Hibari's ass," I said plainly and Tsuna sat up straight, looking confused. "That boy kept rejecting my romantic advances and now I'm going to show him that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."
"Wait.. What?" Tsuna's expression looked alarmed
"Kyoya Hibari is running for mayor and I will be running against him," I said proudly.
"WHAT?!"
Change of plans, babes. This badass is gonna be the next queen of Namimori.
How to be Namimori's mayor:
Step #1: Be sexier than Hibari