Chapter 55

I'm Not a Yankee


A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend. A successful woman is one who can find such a man. - Lana Turner


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My favorite person that Yuni talks to is Byakuran. Cuz' Yuni will be all "I will obey you, sound like I'm bored 24/7, and wear things that make me look like a hooker", while on the inside, she's like 'I'm so prodigioius, I fooled Pedoran into thinking I'm bowing to his every command, then sometime, I'll muder him and take over the world! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!' - Rebi-chan


"You have got to be kidding me." I deadpanned, staring at the clothes that Reborn had magically produced overnight. Either he buys them, has them already or makes them. But considering his cosplay, he probably makes them. Scary. How the fuck does he know my size?

He smirked, standing on the futon (oh yeah, gotta put that away) beside the clothing. "Afraid not, Yuni."

"I will look like a New York prostitute." I pointed out, lifting up a...tank top, with relative horror. "Or maybe even Los Angeles. I dunno. I try not to stare at those people, because I feel an underlying guilt, because of my mafia income that is most likely attained from the murder of their families and the stealing of their money that was normally used to provide for themselves, so they are forced to sell themselves , lowering them to such a status that people such as myself don't even have the courage to look them in the eye. But that's just psychology. ...oh god, I've been watching way too much 'Bones'. I'm talking like a scientist."

The baby hitman rolled his eyes, tossing the rest of the ensemble at me. And when I say 'ensemble' I mean a tiny skirt and pink tights. *insert gagging here* "Get dressed and go help Mama in the kitchen-"

"OH HELL NO." I snapped my fingers, actually feeling like a New York or Los Angeles citizen. Not a prostitute, though. Definitely not. "There ain't no way that I'm gonna be one of those useless bitches who spend all their time in the kitchen, cooking and pretending to look the other way, to be safe. No way, honey, ain't happenin'."

Leon (the fucking traitor!) crawled on Reborn's hand, transforming into a gun. He pointed the gun at me, a clear message. "Go."

I sniffed, taking the clothes and clutching it to my chest, ushering him out so I could change. He may be my 'uncle', but that doesn't change the fact that he's secretly old enough to be my grandfather. Which is a little on the creeper side. "I don't know how people like you can pass for human beings nowadays."

The clothes weren't really that bad, it was just... embarrassing. I mean, a pink tank top? THE FUCK, REBORN. And then there were pink and purple sparkles on the shirt (if you can even call it that). What kind of person does Reborn think I am...?

Well. Apparently, he thinks I'm some sort of prostitute. I see how opinions change over ten years.


"I'm hungry! I'm hungry!" Lambo chanted, banging his chopsticks against the table, with no rhythm at all. "My stomach and butt are going to squish together!" How the fuck does that even make any sense, you weird cow child?

I frowned, in deep concentration (kind of. I was really trying not to drop it), holding the vegetable...fruit thing under the sink. "Am I doing this right...?" That's right. I gave in, after that super awesome speech I gave Reborn about useless kitchen help.

Mama nodded, approvingly, just as Tsuna came down the stairs, wearing blue pajamas, looking like the uke we all know and love. "Good morning everyone!"

"Good morning, Tsuna-nii!" Fuuta beamed, from his seat at the kitchen table, beside Bianchi. That's why I like Fuuta. He's always so cheerful and happy... even though he's a nine-year-old kid with no parents, lives off of the charity of a mafia boss and ranking random shit with some connection with a fucking undiscovered, unheard of planet that ranks things down to a point. I see how it is.

I-Pin simply smiled. She didn't need words. Tsuna knew that she was grateful and that's all that the young girl needed.

"You're up early this morning." Bianchi noted, peering at him with light green eyes through her curtain of long, shiny pink hair.

I admit... the most appealing thing about Bianchi and Gokudera is definitely their eyes. Or maybe I'm just a sucker for green eyes. They're the most attractive part of a person's appearance, eyes. But Gokudera and Bianchi's eyes are beautiful. Not to sound like some sort of deep monk or something, but Gokudera's eyes seem to have a dark understanding of the world, while Bianchi's eyes seem to be upbeat, despite the dark mafia setting that looms ominously in the background.

Perhaps I'm thinking too deeply into things. Maybe...

"Good morning, Tsu-kun!" Nana greeted, turning around to smile at him. Ah, motherly love. A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. ...I don't think I used that phrase correctly.

"Hi, Tunafish!" I grinned, waving the vegetable-fruit around. "Look, I'm washing a tomato!" So I have all these nice things to say about Fuuta, I-Pin, Bianchi and Mama (I have nothing to say to you, Lambo.), but when it comes to me, I'm cleaning dirt and sediment off of a vegetable.

Go me.

Nana sweatdropped, watching me. "Yuni-chan, that's lettuce."

Oops.

"Same thing." I shrugged.

"Y-Yuni!" Tsuna panicked, completely wigging out in the middle of the kitchen like the mafia boss we all know he is. Deep, deep down. "W-What are you doing?"

"Washing a tomato- lettuce, I mean." ? I held up the vegetable again. "See?" Is that even proper grammar? Can you 'wash a lettuce'? Or is it 'wash a piece of lettuce'? Or is it- wait, what the hell am I doing?

"Why?!" he pressed, looking very confused. Then again, he was a Japanese boy. They were supposed to be respectful and courteous to guests. That's why Nana treated Lambo, I-Pin and Fuuta like her own children. Or maybe she's a freaking psycho.

I shrugged, almost dropping the lettuce. Freaking fruit-vegetable! "I never got to help my mom out with this kind of shit. So far, it sucks. Not to mention Reborn is forcing me into this. Jackass."

"R-Reborn!" Tsuna actually tried to scold him. "Don't force Yuni to do things that she doesn't want to!" Like that would actually work.

Then Tsuna took a moment to realize that Reborn wasn't actually in the kitchen. "Wait...where's Reborn?"

"Reborn went to Kyoko's house." Bianchi answered, her arms crossed, patiently. "He left this morning, after waking up Yuni."

"Huh?" Tsuna's eyebrows shot up. "Kyoko-chan's house?" I bet Tsuna is worried that Reborn is bathing with Kyoko and Colonello...

"He said he had business with the older Sasagawa brother." the woman dismissed. Did Ryohei just lose his name...? Is he not cool or extreme enough to refer to by his first name or something...?


"I'm off!" Tsuna nodded, standing at the doorway. All of Tsuna's family - Bianchi, Mama, Fuuta, I-Pin and Lambo - were crowded around the door to wish him farewell.

It may have been the most beautiful thing I had seen in my life.

I was wiping away tears. "I-I have never s-seen something so... so perfect!" I latched onto Tsuna, pretty much sobbing. "Take me with you! I feel l-like you're going off to fight like...World War III or something!" What would be considered World War III is probably Byakuran's dictatorship over the world...so Tsuna will be off to fight World War III in ten years, which will be coming in a week. ...that's it, I hate time-travel.

I might be a little bit of a sap when it comes to family. I had lost a family, back when I was Riza, and then here, I had lost my mother. Then, I had to lose the Vongola (which is technically a family) to protect them and then the Giglio Nero, to save the world. Family was something to be treasured. When you have it, keep it and don't ever let it go.

Despite my deep, sagelike knowledge, Tsuna completely spazzed, trying to pry me off. "W-What? No!"

"YOU'LL HAVE TO PRY MY COLD, DEAD HANDS OFF YOUR BODY, TSUNA." I yelled, before realizing that we were outside and in public. However, the neighbors weren't threatening to call the cops or Hibari-sama or whoever the fuck they call, but then again, those are the same neighbors that completely ignore (or just flat out don't notice) the entire 'mafia' business that Tsuna is in.

Finally, Bianchi managed to drag me off of me before I hid in his backpack or something.

"W-What do you have planned for today, Yuni?" Tsuna asked, trying to take control of the situation. After all, he couldn't have random girls hiding in his backpack. That'd be ridiculous. And irresponsible.

"That's right!" Nana clasped her hands together, looking to me, expectantly. "We haven't decided on anything yet! Okay, once we're done with the housework, we'll go shopping?"

"What housework?" I drawled, my mood slightly darkened (ahahaha! Now I'm happy again. I think I'm becoming bipolar.) after Tsuna had rejected my familial feelings. Bitch. "All you do is housework...there shouldn't be any, since I'm convinced you wake up at the crack of dawn, do the housework and make breakfast. And then you do the dishes, so there are no dishes either."

Nana blinked, thinking it over. "That's right! There are no chores! We'll just go now, then!"

"I'm glad to know that there are no chores, but I'd prefer not to go out. According to Fr- my friend, I have the social skills of a dead mushroom!" I grinned, even though that wasn't a cheerful statement, swinging an arm around Tsuna's shoulders ("HIEEEEE!"). "So I'll stalk Tsuna for a day, with my dead mushroom social skills. I can ask Hibari-sama for a Visitor's Pass or something. I'll try to avoid the whole 'bitten to death' scenario."

"Why are you going to follow me around?" he questioned, as I spun him around and started walking. "And aren't you scared of Hibari-san biting you to death anyways?"

I actually laughed (he brought me down and yanked me right back up, that boy...). "I'm your tutor, genius! But I can't interfere with the Trials, so I won't be stalking you too much. Kind of. No promises, there, sweetie. I just might stalk you for the hell of it. And Hibari-sama? Oh, he can bite me to death all he wants." I winked, causing the boy to facepalm.


Along the way, we coincidentally ran into Sasagawa Kyoko and Sasagawa Ryohei. If you wanted my opinion, it wasn't a coincidence. It was really anime physics. But that's probably just me. Then again, however, not everyone you come across is from another universe/world or knows that the reality we were living in...wasn't really reality. Again, I hate time-travel. ...and yes, I do realize that that was time-space travel. I don't care much for physics or whatever the hell category that is.

"Good morning!" Kyoko greeted us, with a smile. And a pink flowery background. With sparkles. Where does it come from? Maybe it's like...hereditary?

Ryohei just grunted. Must be a man thing. He doesn't have the sparkles, so I guess it's just Kyoko. Maybe it's a genetic mutation or something. Or maybe she was cross-bred with like roses or daisies. Weird...

"Good morning, Onii-san." Tsuna smiled lightly, always happy to see a fellow Guardian. But he didn't do the whole 'grunt' thing. Guess it isn't a man thing. "Good morning, Kyoko-chan."

*cue baby hitman falling from the sky and kicking the living shit out of Tsuna's head*

"Reborn!" I whined, stomping my foot. "That's my job! I get to be tutor!"

"I'm also here, Dame-Tsuna." Reborn reprimanded the mafia boss-to-be, completely ignoring me. SHAFTED.

"What kind of greeting is that?!" Tsuna demanded, shooting the hitman a look. But not a scary look. Tsuna is way too uke to be scary.

Gokudera decided to come out from behind the trees (actually he was coming from down a sidestreet...more anime physics) at the exact moment Tsuna was on the floor. "J-J-Juudaime! Are you alright?"

Tsuna nodded, standing up. "Somehow..." I dunno, I think that's another 'anime physics' scenario. I should really Google this.

Yamamoto ran down a sidestreet, his school bag slung over his shoulder. "Sup?"

Reborn shot me a look that said 'Distract the girl'.

By girl, I assumed he meant 'Kyoko'. Those Sasagawa kids don't even need first names anymore, we can just refer to them as Sasagawa 1 and Sasagawa 2. Like Dr. Seuss. Oh god, if I end up like that guy, I will willingly give myself up to Byakuran. There is no fucking way that I'm going to be rhyming shit. Not happening.

I held my hand up and Yamamoto high-fived it. He probably didn't know why, but Yamamoto can roll with it. He's cool like that. "My life is now complete," I announced, showing my hand off to everyone. "I'm never washing this again. I feel like I've touched Naruto's ninja headband or something, this is awesome."

Kyoko giggled, like a little girl. DISTRACTION PLAN SUCCESS. "But Yuni-chan! That's so unsanitary! You have to wash your hands!"

"There's always Purell." I shrugged. Then the song YOLO came into my mind. "Like the Lonely Island says, 'There's no such thing as too much Purell.'"

That got a smile out of her, and we were immediately chatting about random things. The future, tacos, Shoes (not Pacifiers, haha. No? Geez, tough crowd.), the Internet, YOUTUBE, memes, Hershey chocolate and then a fairly long discussion over cake.

The boys were talking quickly and quietly, about the First-Generation Trials. There was the occasional 'Turf-top' and 'Octopus-Head', but it didn't become much louder than whispers.

Kyoko nudged me, glancing at the boys. "What do you think they're talking about? Mafia business? If they're keeping things from Haru-chan and I-"

"Oh, of course not!" I lied, waving her off. "They're talking about Yamamoto's baseball skills. Because, after months in the future and all, they probably like deteriorated or something."

She nodded, clearly unsure of my answer. "Right..."


I shifted my weight, slightly aggravated. "Look, lady, I just want a freaking Visitors' Pass and permission to stalk- I mean, follow Sawada Tsunayoshi around all day, alright? So let me sign my freaking name on the freaking sign-in sheet!"

To be honest, I wasn't even going to sign my real name. On paperwork, back in the mafia and stuff, I'd sign it 'Yuni of the Sky', or 'Yuni of the Giglio Nero' or something, right? But in the real world, that doesn't even count as a nickname. You had to sign it with your official first and last name.

I wasn't even sure I had a last name.

(Well, to be specific, I had a last name in the past world, but not one here.)

I would probably be a freaking awesome bitch and sign it 'Rokudo Yuni' (just to piss Mukuro off) or something. Maybe even 'Hibari Yuni'. I'd do that if I wanted to die. Definitely.

The receptionist was shaking, in fear. I wasn't sure if she was scared of me or something. "I-I don't have the a-a-a-authorization to h-h-hand out Visitors' Passes. H-H-Hibari-san is the only one who can." Ah, so she's scared of Hibari-sama. Sounds legit.

"Stop stuttering." I ordered, annoyed. "If I ever feel the need to document my life story and write this in there, it's going to be annoying as fuck to add in all those hyphens for your freaking nervousness."

She nodded, quickly. "Yes, ma'am!" It's not just Hibari-sama, it's me too. I'm not scary... *insert sad face emoticon here*

"Can you tell me where to find Hibari-sama?" I asked, drumming my fingers against her desk. Impatience isn't a virtue...

She gulped, but gave me the affirmative. "He will be in the Reception Room, on the second floor. To get there, go up the first flight of stairs in the lobby, and then it will be the first door on your right."

"What about the roof?" I narrowed my eyes at her. Does this woman know anything about anime? The cool guys are always on the roof! "Doesn't he chillax up there?"

She nodded again, sounding a little more clear when she spoke. "Take the stairs in the lobby all the way to the top floor to make your way to the roof."

"Got it." I headed towards the door and glanced at the poor lady as I was stepping out. I shot her a peace sign, saying a line that has been in the Verita family for generations (thats right, folks, a Fullmetal Alchemist reference). "Peace out, Girl Scout."


I knocked on the Reception Room door, poking my head in the door. "Hibari-sama?"

A teenager with Elvis hair, an incredibly unstylish pompadour, looked up from the smaller of two desks in the room. He looked tired, but with Hibari-sama's disappearance and the work that probably piled up without the head prefect, it was understandable. "Hibari-san is currently napping on the roof. Are you a student?"

I fidgeted, nervously. "Uhh, no?"

The boy's expression turned from exhausted to stern and he stood up. "I will have to bring you to Hibari-san for trespassing on school grounds and loitering, ma'am. Please follow me and do not try to resist. I will take action, if you insist."

"Umm, bro?" I hesitated to poke him. "You're like 237946 heads taller than me. I should be calling you 'sir' and you shouldn't be calling me 'ma'am'."


"Hibari-san." Kusakabe (it took me like the entire trip up the stairs to figure out who the shit he was. Stupid support characters) nodded, respectfully at his leader. Said leader's eyes were closed, and he seemed to be soaking up the sunshine. "This girl has turned herself in for trespassing on school grounds and loitering."

"Actually, you told me to follow you and not to resist." I informed him, helpfully. "That could be taken as a threat against the Giglio Nero - which doesn't exist anymore, unfortunately - the Vongola - actually, you're Vongola, so it doesn't count - or Millefiore - cuz Byakuran's totz cray-cray about his Yuni-chan."

"Kusakabe." Hibari-sama's voice was cold and ruthless. "Get out."

Kusakabe nodded, once more, turning and leaving me to the wolves... or in this case, Hibari Kyoya-sama.

"Hibari-sama." I bowed, deeply.

"What is your purpose for being on school grounds, midget?" he questioned, not once opening his eyes. If I was Edward Elric (you know a sentence will never end well when you start it like that), then I would be yelling something about not being short, but I know that that is a lie.

I blinked, surprised that I hadn't been tonfa-d yet. Then again, I was under Vongola protection and Reborn would be pissed... as in, blowing up the school level pissed. "I needed a Visitors' Pass and permission to stalk- I mean, follow Sawada Tsunayoshi. And possibly his friends. And Reborn. And you. And any other mafia-related people or things."

"Why did you not go to the office?" his emotionless voice was honestly just as scary as his 'Imma-Bite-You-To-Death-Bitch' voice.

I swallowed. "I was told that the office women did not have the authority to issue such a...request." I totally just tossed the receptionist under the bus... and I don't feel guilty. Talk about a clean conscience.

"Granted." he dismissed, not even bothering with me anymore. "Now get out before I bite you to death."

That may have been the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me. Kind of. Not really. Okay, it was the nicest thing Hibari-sama had ever said to me.


I contemplated knocking - I really did - on the classroom's door. I'm serious. I considered the polite and normal thing to do.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I kicked the door down.

...

...

...

Well, I tried to, but it ended up hurting my foot a lot, and just making a really big banging noise, so I simply swore for a moment (in fourteen languages, I learned the curse words from Squ-chan and the other Varia members) before sliding the door open.

Everyone in the class - including Sawada Tsuna, Yamamoto Takeshi, Gokudera Hayato, Sasagawa Kyoko and Kurokawa Hana (one of my fellow support characters. REPRESENT.) - was staring at me.

I froze for a moment, surveying all the faces and eyes watching me for a moment, before I straightened and awkwardly coughed into my fist. "I am Yuni! Bask in my fucking glory!"

HOLY SHIT, I SOUNDED LIKE XANXUS OR SOMETHING. I need sleep. Sleep is good.

Whispers immediately exploded across the classroom, everyone in a rush to gossip about who I was and why I was there. Tch. What middle-schoolers.

Then I realized that they actually were middle-schoolers and felt really stupid.

So I just stood there while all of these people started whispering about me.

"What the fuck, man...?"

"SHE'S A YANKEE, RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!"

"That was definitely a unique entrance."

"She seems American..."

"She might seem American, but her features look Italian, baka Hiro!"

"Maybe she's related to Gokudera-kun!"

"Maybe she's in a secret, long-distance relationship with Gokudera-kun!"

"OH NO SHE DIDN'T!"

"INCEST!"

"What a weirdo..."

"So it's an incestuous Yankee American Italian girl? Far out, brother."

"Shut up, Kagoi-kun, no one cares about your 'groove'."

"She's pretty, in a way."

"Her eyes are definitely special..."

"What's up with her clothes?"

"How do Americans put it... 'prosthetic'?"

Actually, it's 'prostitute'. Go ask Reborn about it. He'd be elated to explain the wonders of the birds and the butterflies or bees or bugs or whatever.

I exhaled, loudly, walking across the room, to Tsuna. I shoved his seatmate out of his chair and took a seat, getting comfortable, flashing a smile as I did. "Hi, Tsunayoshi-chan."

"Yuni!" he adopted his 'scolding' voice. One could typically hear it being used on Lambo or Gokudera. "You can't just kick someone out of their... seat...?" he trailed off, realizing that the eyes of all his peers were on him.

"Go Tsuna!" some idiot cheered. "Take that Yankee on!"

"I'm not a fucking Yankee!" I snapped, literally hissing. I wasn't a freaking Yankee! "So don't call me that unless you want me to make you infertile!" That really helped to prove my point that I wasn't a Yankee and wasn't going to try and beat everyone up. Definitely.

The boy gulped, spinning around in his seat to face the teacher, nervous.

Smart boy.


The entire day was boring... the teacher, a woman named 'Hanazuki Sato' was teaching the class about a mathematical equation that I learned in my previous life.

Good old Algebra, difference of two squares.

Math had been my favorite subject (god forbid, science), but I didn't like learning everything all over again. So I stole a piece of paper from Tsuna and drew a giant heart. I carefully penned my name 'Yuni-chan!' and Hibari-sama's name 'Hibari Kyoya-sama' in with pink ink and drew red and purple hearts all around it.

Tsuna was giving me strange looks the entire hour. The rest of the class was trying not to cry.

Am I seriously scary enough to bring people to tears?

Later, during lunch, once I voiced this to Tsuna, he gave me the most sarcastic look I had ever seen on that boy's face. I felt like either cussing him out or praising the Lord that Tsuna has learned the magic powers of sarcasm. "Well, let's see: you speak like an American-"

"I take offense to that." I cut in, immediately. "You Japanese people are so stereotypical." That was an ironic sentence, because I was being stereotypical, saying that Japanese people were stereotypical.

"-you dress like a prosthetic-"

"Actually, it's a prostitute. A prosthetic is a fake limb. Edward Elric, anyone? Automail? Fucking Winry? No?"

"-you see Hibari-san and live-"

"Even I can't explain that one, to be honest with you."

"-you barge into class and tell everyone to bask in your glory-"

"I didn't mean to say that! It just came out"

"-you beat up Koria-san-"

"It's how I roll, Tsunayoshi-chan, it is simply how I roll."

"-and then you draw pictures of your name with Hibari-san's name, of all people, with hearts around it. It's like you're asking for a label that says 'Yankee'."

"I don't have the long skirt, bandana, mask, Hibari-san jacket-style or a rusty pipe." I pointed out. "And no Yankee is complete without the rusty pipe."

He shrugged. "You have the opposite of a long skirt, prosthetic clothes. That is worse."

"HAVE YOU SEEN THE UNIFORMS THAT HARU AND KYOKO WEAR?! I AM AT NO FAULT HERE."

Tsuna turned pink. "Kyoko-chan... as a Yankee?"

I suddenly imagined Kyoko with her sparkles and flowers wearing a long skirt, wearing a surgical mask and tapping a rusty pipe against a parking lot floor. Tsuna would be the guy who falls in love with the Yankee, and then she'd give up Yankee-ness, only to find out that he's a mafia boss and then totally cream him like a real Yankee.

Typical cliche ending. Kind of. Not really.

"Perv." I snickered, into my hand, at his dreamy face.

Gokudera glared at me, and assured his boss that 'of course he'd get the girl' and 'there was no way he wasn't a perv'.

Yamamoto and I just high-fived (again, he probably wasn't sure why, but he went with it). Like mafioso, of course.


I spent the rest of the day humming an exceptionally catchy song under my breath. "Mukumukumukumuku mukurin... He came from the end of reincarnation! Mukumukumukumuku mukurin~ A pineapple-haired, weird boy."

Tsuna raised an eyebrow. "A song...about Mukuro?"

I shrugged. "Fran- I mean, one of my friends said that I was just like Mukuro, a really long time ago... he said that we might as well have been siblings." Pineapple siblings.

Tsuna nodded, pretending to understand.

And I know this sounds a little dark, but he didn't understand. No one did.


Mukumukumukumuku mukurin...

He came from the end of reincarnation!

Mukumukumukumuku mukurin~

A pineapple-haired, weird boy.

How nice, all of my friends!

Let's run away.

Vongola the Tenth!

I want to be boss,

So let me possess you.

And when I release my new song (CD)

I show you my gorgeous samba.

Kufufu no Fu!

Kufufu no Fu!

Why don't you come into my world?

Ho ho ho ho

Mukumukumukumuku mukurin...

He came from the end of reincarnation!

Mukumukumukumuku mukurin~

A pineapple-haired, weird boy.

Kufufu Oya oya

My dear, Chrome!

She's facing a crisis! Must save her.

Hey, watch out closely!

That's not Mukuro, it's Mukurou!

I need Vongola to clean up any dirt in this world,

World War 3!

World War 4!

It's the time to change the world.

Kufufu no

Mukumukumukumuku mukurin...

He showed up at last,

When the Vongola needed him.

Mukumukumukumuku mukurin~

A pineapple-haired, weird boy.

- 'On the Cliff' parody on Youtube

Name of Song: Mukuro Rokudo On The Cliff (I recognize it, your corpse samba) - [Parody] Ponyo on the Cliff


"Nothing happened at school today." Tsuna realized, as we were walking home.

Yamamoto laughed, his hands behind his head. "Other than Yuni's grand entrance?" I'll pretend not to be offended, you traitor!

I turned pink, as Gokudera snorted. "Yeah, what was up with that? You trying to screw Juudaime's reputation by talking to him after portraying yourself as a Yankee? People think we're related! And incestuous!"

"Back to the topic!" I reminded, successfully steering attention away from my 'grand entrance'. Whew. Safe for now.

"I'm not cut out for all this waiting." Ryohei confessed, looking down at his feet as we walked. No shit. Waiting is...'unextreme'.

"Bah! Just bring it on already!" Gokudera roared, pumping a fist. Tch. Nerds.

"Maa~ Maa~" Yamamoto smiled. "They'll come soon enough."

"But don't you see?!" Gokudera demanded, shooting the baseball player a look. I see, Gokudera. I see the sexual tension. Definitely. "We can't return to the other world until we've received our inheritance from the first-generation family!"

"Indeed." a calm, cheerful voice agreed. "It would be most unwise to keep you waiting for too long."

Everyone, including me, jumped. Already? First-generation family works fast...it's only the first day.

"He's here." Reborn (who I hadn't noticed) noted, from beside Fon and Colonello. That reminds me, I need to start preparing for Tsuna's training... and think of what the fuck to do for Tsuna's training. What did Canon-Yuni do...? ...nothing.

"R-Reborn!" Tsuna exclaimed, clearly not expecting the hitman. "When did you get here?"

"This is..." Ryohei exclaimed, but trailed off, a flurry of Rain Flames forming in front of us.

I mentally finished the sentence for him. A...very handsome Asian man?

It was, indeed, a very handsome Asian man. Actually, Ugetsu Asari.

I could see the similarities between him and Yamamoto, the same easy smile and kind eyes.

But Yamamoto set his jaw, in what was delayed frustration, probably from the Choice battle, and I realized that this wouldn't be as easy as I hoped it would be.

Far from easy, in fact.

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Things are just getting harder and harder, more and more complicated, and everything that I've prepared for has slowly been falling apart, in front of me, and I'm losing control of the situation.


Chapter words: 5,090

The song that was used in this chapter is real and is on Youtube, in Japanese. It may be the most awesome thing I have ever heard. It's called Mukuro Rokudo On The Cliff (I recognize it, your corpse samba song) - [Parody] Ponyo On The Cliff

It is awesome.

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