Those good creative brain juices are a'flowing my friends! I also had a day off of all work and no school work, so that helped too. Hope you enjoy!
Tsuna is sick
Shamal is a dick
Nana is having none of it
I-Pin needs glasses
Dino is there too I guess
Sometimes you need a day off, and sometimes you don't get it
Miyu is so cool
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Run Shamal Run
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"I've already called a doctor," Reborn promised when Nana stepped towards him.
Nana glared. "You said it could kill him."
"It could," Reborn nodded, "if it's left untreated for too long. Shamal should be here soon, it won't take very long to cure."
Tsuna shuffled on his feet awkwardly, scratching at the newest skull on his shoulder. He hated being sick normally. Creepy skulls that shared his deepest, most embarrassing secrets until he died? He would never complain about having a cold again.
Nana's lips trembled from how hard she pressed them together. "...Trident Shamal?"
"Yes."
The only thing stopping Nana from trying to punt Reborn out the fucking window was his appearance. She couldn't drop-kick a baby, even if he was a manipulative little shit.
"You've known about this since the beginning," Nana accused, little half-moons in her palm. The bathroom was cramped with all three of them in it but the lighting was good. She could easily see the skulls starting to dot Tsuna's chest and arms.
'I kick my dirty clothes under my bed sometimes so I don't get in trouble,' a skull on Tsuna's neck shouted.
Tsuna slapped his hand over it, ashamed.
"It is a disease caused by getting shot with the Dying Will Bullet ten times," Reborn said, hopping up onto the sink. "Yesterday was the tenth."
"What happened yesterday that would require his Dying Will?" Nana demanded.
"Bianchi was going to kill Lambo," Reborn recounted. "As the Boss, it is Tsuna's job to control his subordinates."
"He didn't stop that. I ran into both of them on the streets," Nana accused.
Tsuna didn't really want to tell her how whatever weird bullet Reborn had used this time made his entire face swell-up so he could, in Reborn's own words, 'stare them into submission'. It didn't work.
Reborn shrugged.
Both Tsuna and Nana wanted to start banging their heads against the wall.
"How is Shamal supposed to cure this?" Nana focused on the important part.
"Do you know his abilities?"
Nana sighed heavily. Couldn't he just answer a damn question without turning it around? "He's a doctor. A good one. He uses dynamite and mosquitos to fight."
"Mosquitos?" Tsuna frowned. He shrunk down when his lower back cried 'I only walk to school by myself because I'm scared to be left behind'.
Nana looked at him with concern. She had already decided not to bring up anything the skulls said with him. Not unless he wanted to talk about them. That didn't mean that what they were saying didn't worry her. Or hurt to hear.
"Mosquitos carry disease easily," she said instead. "Apparently he uses them to transmit specific diseases when he fights. It's enough to kill someone, depending on the disease."
Tsuna paled.
"That's how he stops life-threatening disease," Reborn tagged on. "He doesn't 'cure' them, he counteracts them with another disease."
Nana opened his arms in the universal gesture of 'what the fuck'. "He stops people from being sick, by making them more sick?!"
Reborn nodded, poking at one of the skulls hidden on the back of Tsuna's left shoulder. "If you have something that makes your blood boil, he gives you something that makes your blood freeze. They equal out."
"And that works?" Tsuna gapped.
'I'm still afraid of the dark!'
Tsuna buried his face in his hands.
"He's the most renowned Doctor in the mafia."
Nana pinched the bridge of her nose. "If… if he does that, will there be any other side effects?"
"No."
She sighed. "Will he ever have to worry about your stupid Dying Will Bullets again?"
"No, the Skull Disease is the only side-effect. It's a small price to pay for the benefits of using the Dying Will Bullets, especially if you have an easy cure at hand."
"Fucking hell," Nana grumbled. Tsuna nodded in agreement. "When is Shamal getting here?"
The doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" Lavina called.
'How long have we been in here?' Nana pulled out her phone. If Lavina was up it had to at least be midmorning. She'd heard Tsuna hyperventilating in the bathroom around five when she had woken up to an aching pain in her back. It had taken a little while for him to let her in, and she had not been happy with what she had found.
It was eight. Great. Weren't they supposed the be getting a guest today too? Or tomorrow? Reborn had offhandedly mentioned a student of his showing up at some point, but Nana had been having an eating competition with Tsuyoshi at the time so it was a little difficult to remember the details.
"Mom?" Tsuna sounded small.
"Yeah?" she smiled comfortingly at him.
"Can I… Can I be alone? I don't want anyone hearing."
'I am a coward!'
Nana ruffled his hair, kissing his forehead. "Of course. I'm going to go talk to Doctor Shamal and get everything settled. Why don't you go out to the garden? No one will bother you there."
"Okay," he whispered.
Nana stared down at Reborn. "You're leaving too."
"Of course," he tipped his hat.
They walked downstairs together, Tsuna shrugging on his large orange hoodie as he went. As soon as he was out the back door Nana whirled on Reborn. "When were you going to tell me about this?"
"Never," he replied honestly. "With Shamal the danger is very small. He'll be cured within the hour. I didn't see the need to concern you."
"Anything that hurts Tsuna concerns me."
Reborn stared up at her for a moment, thoughtful. He motioned for her to lean down.
Nana sighed, kneeling so they were closer to eye level.
"Tsuna is going to be in danger all the time," Reborn reminded her. "That is the path he walks. I was hired to make him strong and that means he is going to get hurt from time to time."
Nana frowned.
"I was also hired to keep him safe," he added, patting Leon. "So whatever danger he gets into he will always get out of it because I am there."
"And if something gets past you?"
Reborn smirked. He tilted his fedora. "I am the greatest hitman in the world. Nothing gets past me."
Nana sighed, folding her arms. She wanted to argue against that but Reborn's track record really did speak for itself. It was irritating that the thought of Reborn at Tsuna's side actually made her less worried for his safety, even if it did increase her worry for his sanity.
"I do trust you to keep him safe," she admitted begrudgingly. "And that whatever you do, you do out of necessity. And to be a petty asshole sometimes, don't think I don't notice that."
His smirk grew.
"Still, I'd like to know about these things beforehand. Just because I trust you to handle them doesn't mean I won't panic about it. If you know something is about to happen to him, please tell me. I'll try my best to leave it in your hands, I won't interfere."
Reborn blinked his beady eyes up at her. "You swear to that? You will not interfere in my lessons?"
"I-," Nana hesitated. "If I truly think he's about to get hurt, really hurt, then I'm going to protect him. You can't ask me not to. But… if you ask me not to interfere at any other time I promise to do my best to hold back. I don't trust you with a lot of things, but I can see you really are just trying to help my son. If nothing else, I trust you to protect him when he needs it."
Nana twitched, surprised when he jumped up onto her shoulder.
"Tsuna is going to be the Tenth boss of the Vongola. He can't do that if he's dead."
Nana stood up, only kind of trying to knock him off with the movement. He didn't even budge. "You're not fooling anyone, you know. It's pretty obvious you've got a soft spot for Tsuna."
"Don't be ridiculous," Reborn rolled his eyes. "A hitman does their job well, without feelings attached."
Nana snorted. "You live off this kind of shit. And Tsuna's too sweet not to love. You already adore him."
Reborn probably would have kept arguing (as if he could miraculously change what Nana saw as fact) if they weren't interrupted by a sharp sound like a slap coming from down the stairs.
"Don't touch her," Lavina sounded furious.
"Ah, another gem with strength to match her beauty! You must be the wonderful Lavina-chan I've heard so much about," an unfamiliar male's voice cooed.
Reborn hopped down. "I'm going to go grab Tsuna. You should welcome your guest."
From what they'd heard Nana wasn't sure she wanted to.
"What's going on?" Ryu's voice wondered from below. "Lavina-san is everything- you."
Aaand that was Nana's cue to run down the stairs. The hatred in Ryu's voice was something new, and not something she wanted to be encouraged.
A tall man in a lab coat was smiling widely at Lavina, Bianchi, and Ryu. He had his arms open, as though he was going to hug them.
"Is everything okay in here?" Nana cut between them, playing peacekeeper as best she could.
"Nana-san," Ryu stared daggers at the man that had to be Shamal. "This degenerate should not be in your house."
Nana looked at him, astonished. The greatest upholder of social niceties and absolute politeness, second only to Hanazawa-san herself, looked ready to stab Shamal in the eye.
"I agree," Lavina only added to the shock. She was holding Bianchi's hands, glaring icily at the doctor. "He clearly has no idea how to respect personal space."
"I can kill him," Bianchi offered her solution, looking very unimpressed.
"Whoa, no," Nana waved her hands. "He's here to help Tsu-kun, no killing."
Bianchi looked disappointed (what was with the Gokudera siblings and their lust for murder?).
Lavina looked concerned. "Is something wrong with Tsuna-chan?"
"He's… sick," Nana explained. "Reborn said it's Skull Disease and so he called someone to help."
"Shamal," Bianchi drawled. "Help."
...Nana didn't like the way she said that.
She also really, really didn't like the way a pair of arms wrapped around her shoulders.
"You must be the charming house owner. My name is Shamal," he rested his chin on Nana's head.
Well. This was very uncomfortable. Nana brushed his arms off quickly, stepping away. She held her hand out to stop Lavina who was now flushed an angry red.
"Please don't touch me."
"Of course," Shamal did a weird flourish with his hand. "We'll save that for later then.
...Eugh.
"I am Sawada Nana," Nana soldiered on. She had a sick son in need of help. "Are you Shamal?"
"You've heard of me," he smirked, eyebrows wiggling in a way that made Nana want to shave them off.
"You were called here to help my son," Nana deadpanned.
Shamal stepped towards her again. Lavina was suddenly in front of Nana, standing taller than she had in years.
"Nana, why don't you go get Tsuna-chan?" Lavina said calmly, staring the bearded man down. "You can take Ryu-kun with you, to start breakfast. Bianchi-chan and I will stay with Shamal."
"Uh," Nana blinked when Bianchi stood at Lavina's shoulder, arms crossed. "Okay? Are you two alright?"
She didn't really want to leave them alone with this weirdo, but she knew they could take care of themselves. Plus, Ryu did look like he was going to either implode or straight-up murder someone.
"We're fine. Go find Tsuna-kun," Bianchi shifted her weight, one hand on her hip now. The narrow set of her eyes made her look like Hayato.
"Okay," Nana said again, slowly. She placed a hand carefully on Ryu's shoulder. "Let's go to the kitchen Ryu-kun."
For a second she thought Ryu was going to shake her off. He looked down at her, lines of tension along his cheeks and forehead that mirrored Hanazawa-san so much it made Nana feel like she'd been hit by a blast of deja vu.
He sighed, relaxing a bit. "...Alright."
Nana guided him down the hall, looking back over her shoulder until they were out of sight. Ryu was still tense.
She really wanted to know what was going on with him, he was always so laid back and sweet, but she also really needed to make sure Tsuna was okay. First she'd get him, then she'd check on her house guest.
"I'll be right back," she promised, patting him on the back and moving towards the back door.
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The garden was one of Tsuna's favorite places in the house, besides his room and the kitchen. It was always peaceful and well cared for. He used to crawl through all the plants so they towered above his head while he pretended to go on adventures. Nana used to plant sunflowers in circles so that they would grow into a little hideaway he could play in. It was a place filled with warm memories, even in the winter. Of dirt-stained fingernails, laughter, and fun. It almost made it possible to forget the voices crying out his deepest, most shameful thoughts.
Almost.
'I pretend to talk like Takeshi in the mirror, so I can feel cool too!'
Tsuna scrubbed at his hip angrily. This was ridiculous. What kind of illness made talking skulls appear on your body? That wasn't a thing! That's not how germs and sickness worked! He might not be very knowledgable about the medical field but even he knew when something was defying the laws of nature.
"Ah!"
The tiny cry made Tsuna jump.
The little girl from the other day, that had saved him and Lambo from the dog, was walking along the fence of their backyard.
She still looked angry, face scrunched up to the point she had her eyes closed. She motioned at Tsuna, speaking what sounded like… Chinese?
"I'm sorry," Tsuna apologized. "I-I don't really understand what you're saying. Something about a target? And yesterday? Um, thank you for that, by the way. Lambo and I really appreciated your help."
The girl shook her head, repeated the same sentence.
Tsuna scratched his head. He was really not very good at Chinese. "You're… looking for someone?"
She pointed at Tsuna harshly.
"You're looking for me?"
"She's here to kill you," Reborn said.
Tsuna shrieked, jumping away from the baby suddenly next to him. "Reborn! I told you to stop doing that!" He paused. "Kill me?"
"That's I-Pin," Reborn pointed at the little girl. "She's an assassin."
"Like Lambo?" Tsuna frowned. How many kids were assassins? That… didn't seem right.
'Sometimes I still mess up tying my shoes!'
Tsuna grimaced, scratching at his chest.
"No. I-Pin is a very accomplished assassin. Lambo is an idiot."
Ouch.
Also worrying.
I-Pin spoke again.
Tsuna looked at Reborn for translation.
"She said she only saved you yesterday because she didn't realize you were her target. She's here to kill you now. Be careful Tsuna, she's very strong."
"What?!"
I-Pin somersaulted off the fence, landing in a martial arts form Tsuna had never seen before. She started... eating a dumpling?
"W-wait, I don't think- gack!"
Tsuna gagged when she thrust her hand in the air. Suddenly his throat was closing up and tears clogged his eyes. He couldn't even hear what the newest skull was saying (something about Kyoko-chan and Kyo-kun again, great). What on earth just happened?! She hadn't even touched him! Was she psychic or something?!
"She's not psychic," Reborn, an apparent psychic, said, pulling out a gun. He shot the air next to Tsuna's head.
Tsuna fell to the ground gasping for breath. "W-what... just happened?"
Reborn cocked the gun, aiming it at I-Pin now. "I broke the vapor around you with a bullet."
"That's not-," Tsuna gapped at him. "That's not a thing! You can't break up vapors with- with bullets!"
"I just did. It's how her technique works. She uses Gyoza-ken. It's where she uses the smell of the extreme smell of the Gyoza dumpling, condensing it and sending it directly into her opponent's nose. It numbs their brain which makes your muscles give out after enough time has passed."
"She uses smells?" Tsuna wanted to call bullshit on that. That did not sound like something that could actually be done, but the little girl did have a dumpling in her hand. "That's kind of... lame."
Dying by dumpling sounded almost as pathetic as dying of shame. He'd have to do a coin toss or something.
I-Pin flinched back like she'd been struck. She started sweating heavily, gripping the bottom of her shirt and looking down.
Was she upset that he'd called her fighting lame? Oops.
Tsuna really, really wanted to talk about the moving number circles that had randomly appeared on the girl's head because that was one of the most abnormal things he had ever seen (and he mourned the fact that it wasn't the most abnormal thing in his life considering the talking skulls that marred his own body) but the girl was growing more upset by the second.
"I-I'm sorry," he stepped forward and kneeled down in front of her, keeping his voice soft. "I didn't mean to make fun of you. Are you alright?"
'I locked myself in my own locker once!'
Stupid skulls.
He reached for her, waiting to see if it was okay. When she didn't pull back he placed a hand on her head, marveling at the smoothness of her forehead as her little braid brushed between his thumb and forefinger.
"It's okay," he soothed, smiling as comfortingly as he could. Reborn had said she was trying to kill him, but she was clearly still a little girl. Kyo-kun tried to kill him all the time anyway, it wasn't like this was anything new. He jumped a little when I-Pin threw herself into his arms and clung to him. "U-um, there, there."
He hummed a little bit, like how Mom used to when he cried as a kid. They did it for Lambo now too, and since it seemed to work for both of them he hoped it would help her too.
"I-pin is drawn to people during the countdown due to overwhelming shyness," Reborn explained, coming to stand next to them. "When it reaches zero she explodes."
"Oh," Tsuna looked down at her, still patting her head. A meltdown was not something he wanted to deal with right now. "It's okay I-pin-chan. I-I'm shy too. You can hide for as long as you need."
Reborn watched intently as the countdown on I-pin's head suddenly faded before it got to zero. "Hmm, interesting."
"What is?" Tsuna looked down at him.
"You're good with children," Reborn said, filing the information away for later use.
"N-not really," Tsuna flushed, pleased with the praise. "I'm just… doing what Mom does."
"And Nana is good with children, which means by mimicking them successfully you hold some skill too."
Tsuna kept his eyes down, focused on the girl and the ground as he felt his ears burn.
"Having confidence in even your own minor abilities is an important part of being a Boss. No one will follow you if you don't believe in yourself."
Tsuna huffed through his nose. "I'm not going to be a boss." He shuffled a bit, getting more comfortable. It didn't seem like I-pin would be letting go any time soon. "...but thanks."
Reborn walked over to where I-Pin had been standing. There was a little scrap of paper on the ground.
"Is this your target?" he asked, picking it up.
I-Pin peeked up, nodding.
"This isn't Tsuna."
I-Pin gasped.
Reborn shook his head. "You are still inexperienced. Even if you are extremely near-sighted, you should never attack the wrong target."
Tsuna shook his head, exasperated. "Reborn-."
I-Pin stood, fists clenched. She nodded solemnly before bowing deeply to Tsuna. With a thumbs up she jumped back onto the fence and ran away.
"Wait! Where are you going?"
"She's probably going to go train," Reborn hopped up and settled into Tsuna's hair. "She needs to get stronger."
"But she forgot the picture."
"It'll be fine. Fon will take care of it."
"Who-?"
The back door opened.
"Tsuna?" Nana looked over at him. She smiled softly. "Hey bud. The doctor is here, are you ready to see him?"
'Doctor visits always make me feel like an idiot!'
Tsuna curled in on himself when Nana's smile dropped into something more horrified.
"I'm ready," he grimaced.
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"Yeah, sorry," Shamal shrugged. "I don't treat men."
"What?" Tsuna cried. He'd told Mom he could handle this on his own (he didn't want to see the scared expression in their eyes again) but now he regretted not asking her to come back to the main room with him. "What do you mean you don't treat men?!"
Bianchi scoffed, rolling her eyes. She was leaning by the stairs, clearly annoyed.
"I mean I only treat women. Tough luck kid, better say your goodbyes while you can." Shamal said it like it was a natural fact of the world. What kind of doctor was he?!
"Is that so," Lavina said, soft and calm.
Tsuna shivered.
"Um, Aunt Lavina?" Tsuna reached out to her hesitantly. He'd never seen such a lack of expression from her before.
Shamal smirked, brushing his hair back when he noticed her stare. "Ah, my lady. I see I've caught your eye once again."
Lavina turned. She walked calmly down the hall. Tsuna paled when he heard her call for his Mom.
"S-Shamal-san," he pleaded wincing at the cry of 'I still sleep with Plat-kun when I'm scared' from the back of his neck. "Please, you need to cure me. I don't know what Mom will do to you if-"
"What?!"
Reborn made a soft hum in the back of his throat. He stepped away from Shamal.
A moment later Shamal was in the air, eyes wide as he gasped for breath. Nana's hand was clenched around his throat, holding him the air as her skin sparked dangerously.
"My son," Nana seethed, eyes bright and reflecting her Flames dangerously, "is dying. And you," she tightened her grip, "refuse to cure him because he is a man?!"
As the seconds passed and her grip on his throat remained strong Shamal realized that his mosquitos weren't working.
"Nana's skin is like steel," Reborn informed him helpfully from the top of Tsuna's head. "Not many things can break through."
Shamal was pulled down, knees bending awkwardly once they touched the floor, so that he was eye-to-eye with the furious mother before him. "Will healing him hurt you at all?" Nana asked softly, venom just close enough to the surface of her voice to make goosebumps break out along Shamal's skin. "Will it cost you millions? Will it inconvenience you in any way?"
Shamal barely even noticed Lavina stepping back into the room, leaning against the wall and smiling happily.
"I've heard of you Trident Shamal," Nana said. Her fingers tightened when Shamal's hands twitched. The message was clear. "Curing my son, for a doctor like you, would take seconds. Barely the blink of an eye, with no loss to you. My son, who has been nothing but welcoming to you. And you won't help him. Because he is a male? You came all this way to tell him no? Crush his hope?"
Nana's other hand, that had been resting at her side, landed on his shoulder. She didn't bother looking up when Ryu came in, following her trail from the kitchen.
"I was going to pay you for your service," Nana said, barely above a whisper. "Ask you to stay for dinner. Offer a room if you need one while you were in Namimori. Now," she smiled, a simple curl of one corner, eyes narrowed into slits.
Tsuna shivered, uncomfortable with how similar his mom looked to Kyoya when he was feeling particularly bloodthirsty.
Nana shoved him down further so he was kneeling. She loomed over him, grip never faltering. "Now you are going to heal my son for free. You will always heal my son for free. If you ever refuse again I can promise no woman will step foot near you again Shamal, and not because of your sickening personality. No, they will avoid you because they will know, everyone will know that the thing that makes you one of the males you detest so much was ripped from your body and shoved down your throat."
Shamal went pale.
"Answer very carefully," Nana warned, loosening the death hold on his throat just enough for him to speak. "Are you going to heal my son?"
Shamal looked to Reborn. Surely he wouldn't let this happen. Not after all Shamal had done for him.
Reborn looked back, amused and with a spark of interest that meant whatever side he chose, it was not going to be Shamal's. He should have known, the young Vongoloa heir was his charge.
"...Yes."
"Good," Nana smiled pleasantly. "Do it now."
She didn't let him go. Shamal swallowed heavily. He could fake it and go for his dynamite instead, but he could read the situation. That plan was not going to end well, and if this woman's skin was as strong as Reborn said it was then he doubted it would really do anything to stop her.
He pulled out his case of pills, lifting it up high so he could see what he was doing. Picking out the Angel Disease capsule he released the mosquito within.
Nana watched it carefully as it was directed towards Tsuna.
Tsuna willed himself to stand still, waiting for the slight sting. He felt bad for Shamal, but his Mom looked really cool. He'd never seen her colors so razor-focused, arcing around her like carefully controlled strands of light.
He twitched when the Mosquito bit into his forearm.
"I'm afraid to know what Iemitsu looks-" the voice cut off mid-way. Tsuna watched in awe (and relief, thank god it had stopped talking) as the skulls lining his skin abruptly started to fade.
"Reborn?" Nana looked over at the hitman.
"He's cured," Reborn affirmed.
Nana turned, dragging Shamal by the throat behind her. Throwing open the front door she blinked once at the large group of strange men, all dressed in suits, in front of their home before lifting Shamal up in front of her. "If I call you, you show up. If I don't call you, you stay away." Nana's glare harshened. "And if you ever touch a woman without their consent ever again I will find you and make good on my promise."
Nana threw him into the yard, barely missing a young blonde man (who was oddly not dressed in a suit like the others) and slammed the door shut.
A second later there was a hesitant knock.
Nana ran a hand through her hair, huffing. She opened it.
The blonde man from before was smiling, a bead of sweat on his forehead.
"Hello, we're sorry to bother you. Does Sawada Tsuna live here?"
Nana smiled back, tired but genuine. "He does. Can I help you?"
The man seemed taken aback for a moment. "Oh. Um, yes. My name is Dino- uh, I mean Cavallone Dino."
Nana blinked. Then cursed. "Oh shit, that was today wasn't it?" She stepped back, opening the door all the way. "I'm sorry, Reborn told me you were coming and I completely messed up the days. Please, come in." She turned to the hallway. "Reborn! Your student is here!"
"Student?!" Tsuna shrieked in response.
Nana chuckled a bit. It sounded like he was already feeling better. Good. She looked back at Dino, standing on her toes to peer over his shoulder at all the men behind him. "Uh, your friends are welcome too but we might not have enough room for everyone."
"That's fine!" Dino assured her, eyes wide. "Guys, you've got the rest of the day off. Don't cause any trouble."
The closest one, with dark shades and an even darker mustache, bowed. "So long as you are with Reborn we won't have to worry. Have fun Boss."
Dino glared at them, the effect ruined by the blush on his face. "Y-you guys..."
Nana felt some of the tension in her back melt away. Shamal was nowhere in sight (he must have booked it) and this Dino guy...
He reminded her of Tsuna.
"Welcome," Nana motioned him in, stepping back so he could get around her. "When I heard you were Reborn's student I have to admit I pictured something else."
Dino laughed, toeing off his shoes. "Did you think I'd be scary like him?"
Nana shrugged helplessly.
"Well I can't blame you for that. Are you Sawada Tsunayoshi's mom?"
Nana nodded. "Sawada Nana. Welcome to my home."
Dino bowed. "It's an honor to meet you."
Well, this was far better than Shamal. Nana already liked Dino. Twice as much, since he showed up right after Shamal set and asshole standard Nana didn't even know she needed.
"Tsuna?" Nana leaned around the entryway. "I know you're probably tired. Why don't you talk to Cavallone-san up in your room and I'll get some food ready, okay?"
"Mom," Tsuna begged. "He's Reborn's student. I don't think I can handle that right now."
Nana nodded. "I totally get that, I thought he was going to be crazy too. He seems normal and nice though. Just talk until you have something to eat, you can't skip any meals after being sick. I'm sure it will be fine, and Hayato will be right next door if anything crazy happens."
The look on her son's face said that Hayato being there would only make things worse.
"Don't worry Sawada-san," Dino stepped up next to her, grinning down at Tsuna. "I'll only stay until lunch! That way he can rest right after."
"Thank you," Nana bowed her head a bit. "You two head on up, I'll make some snacks."
"I'll also be up there," Reborn told her, looking expectant.
Nana squinted at him. "You invited Shamal."
"He saved Tsuna."
"He was a dick."
"But Tsuna is alive."
Nana glared at him. "...Fine. But only one dessert and you're on dish duty for the rest of the week."
"Coffee as well or no deal."
"Fine."
Appeased Reborn took his usual perch in Tsuna's hair.
"Oh, Dino is staying with us as well."
Nana threw her hands in the air. "For fucks sake Reborn we see each other every day! All you had to do was ask!"
Reborn smirked.
Tsuna slumped under the weight on his head. He looked up at Dino who was staring gobsmacked at Nana. "We should probably head up. They'll argue forever if we don't."
"...Alright."
Nana watched them go, flipping Reborn off once Tsuna was turned away. Reborn smirked, tipping his hat at her.
What a prick.
"Nana-san," Ryu said solemnly. Nana turned to him, blinking when he laid a hand on her shoulder. "You are my hero."
"Uh… thank you?" She tilted her head. "What brought this on?"
"Shamal is a revered doctor," Ryu shook his head, "but he is an unconscionable flirt and pervert. The way you handled him was quite beautiful."
"Shamal?" Shouto stumbled out of the hallway, hair ruffled and clothes askew. He look like he'd run out of bed. He also looked pissed. "That bastard was here? Did he say anything to you?"
"No, no," Ryu assured, stepping over to brush his hand through Shouto's hair in a vain attempt to tame it. "Not to me, at least. Nana-san took care of it."
Shouto turned to her now. Nana was surprised to note the worry in his eyes. "Are you alright? Do you feel sick? Did you feel anything sharp when dealing with him, or did he put his hands on you?"
"I'm fine," Nana promised, smiling. "Everything was taken care of."
Shouto only looked more concerned by her vague answer but Ryu seemed happy enough to fill in the blanks.
"It was wonderful Shou, I should have woken you up but then I would have missed it."
Lavina, ever the gossip, rushed over to add her own view of the story. Nana rolled her eyes fondly when even Bianchi joined in.
"You all catch Shouto-kun up, I'm going to go finish breakfast." She looked at the clock. "Or early lunch. Our eating schedules are so off lately, we need to fix that."
Lavina frowned. "Nana, you look exhausted. I can handle breakfast, why don't you go take a nap?"
Nana wanted to turn her down but the last few hours had been a lot. It didn't help that she hadn't been sleeping well the past few nights.
"Are you sure Lavina? I can at least make something for everyone to eat."
"No," Lavina pushed at her shoulders so she was facing the stairs. "You have done enough today, go get some sleep."
"I've barely done anything, it's only-"
"To bed Nana!"
Nana laughed, stumbling a bit at the next push. "Okay, okay. I'll see you when I wake up okay?"
"Sleep well Nana-san," Ryu bowed his head, still grinning from ear-to-ear.
"Naps are the best," Shouto nodded wisely.
Nana waved at them, trudging up the stairs. She wasn't meeting up with Kyoya today, Reborn wanted Tsuna and Dino to bond or something so she'd deal with roping in the Cavallone Famiglia tomorrow, and her day off had suddenly turned into a very angry and stressful event.
At least everything was solved for now.
Nana threw herself on her bed, melting into the mattress. She yawned, kicking at the covers until she could wrap herself up like a worm.
Ten minutes later she glared at the ceiling, the silence buzzing in her ears angrily.
"Fuck."
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Nana was woken up by a turtle.
A gigantic, five-foot-four turtle with a tail that was so strong it stabbed through her bedroom wall from the bathroom and left a huge gash along her carefully settled wallpaper.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!"
"I'm sorry Sawada-san!" Dino called, using a whip as a noose to knock the turtle out in the bathroom.
Tsuna was a little further down the hall, pale and wide-eyed.
"One day!" Nana stormed out of her room, the destruction of the bathroom only making her even angrier. "I wanted one day where I could just relax and be around my family! That's all I wanted!"
"M-Mom..."
Nana reached out, patting his head as she passed. "It's not your fault Tsu-kun, the world just fucking sucks sometimes. Don't worry about it, I'm just grumpy."
Ignoring everything and everyone else Nana marched down the stairs and into the kitchen. If they were all smart enough they'd leave her alone for a while to calm down. She didn't even know why she was so upset, it wasn't like anything happened that she couldn't handle. She was just... angry.
Nana looked at the clock. It was 9pm. She'd slept the entire day away.
She felt like she'd slept for five minutes.
Making a high-pitched, frustrated sound in the back of her throat she started pulling out anything in the fridge that looked like it would make a good meal. There was already a few things made. Left-overs from lunch and what looked like dinner. Lavina must have wanted her to take it easy the whole day.
Nana started making everyone's lunches for tomorrow.
Eventually the sounds of chaos from upstairs faded away. Lavina came in to get some water at some point. She had given Nana a silent side-hug then left.
Nana loved Lavina.
Everyone probably already ate. Lambo would be in his room by now, playing still no doubt. He needed to get all of his energy out before he could sleep and Nana hadn't played their usual game of 'who is the fastest' that morning so he definitely would be raring to go. She'd need to go play monsters with him or something soon. Nana hadn't seen Hayato in the hallway earlier, but it was his usual study time. When that boy had a book in his hands she doubted a bomb going off could draw his attention away. Ryu and Shouto were probably in their rooms too. Michelle was back around seven every night. Bianchi was around somewhere too, most likely. It was late. Everyone was home.
Nana could hear the buzz of the fridge in the stifling quiet that fell upon the kitchen. For a while, all she could hear was the 'shck' of her knife as she cut through an onion. Slowly the buzzing sound grew.
Twenty minutes passed without a noise.
She couldn't take the silence anymore. Turning on the sink Nana ducked her head under it, letting the cool water run through her hair and over her face.
"Nana."
"Shit!" Nana straightened, slamming the back of her head into the nozzle of the sink. "Fuck, ow!"
"I apologize, I didn't mean to startle you," Snake said, calm as ever. "Are you alright?"
"Am I alright? Jesus Snake, you've been gone for days! Are you alright?" Nana cradled her head, wet strands of hair slapping her face. She dug through the closest drawer for a washcloth, dabbing at her face and hair. Damn her head hurt now.
"I am fine," Snake said, sounding completely normal and like he hadn't disappeared out of fucking nowhere.
Too much. There was too much and not enough going on and Nana suddenly wanted to cry.
"You've ignored me for days Snake. I was seriously starting to think something happened to you," Nana blinked rapidly. "You can't just- you can't just duck out like that. It freaked me out."
"I apologize for worrying you."
Nana rested her hands along the edge of the sink. A few minutes later she realized that was all he was going to say about it.
"Is there a reason you didn't answer?" Nana pressed. Her heart was still pounding. She had to take long, even breaths just to keep from breaking down.
"Yes."
"...Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not particularly."
Nana pursed her lips. He was gone for days. Days. With no word on if he was even alive (which was seriously unlikely but the silence made her worry about every tiny thing). She'd already guessed at why, but that was no guarantee. She could push for more answers. He owed her that much and he had promised to be as honest as he could with her. If she demanded more, he'd probably cave and tell her at least something.
Nana closed her eyes.
"Okay," she said.
Then she finished putting the leftovers away in the lunchboxes for tomorrow.
"...Thank you."
Nana hummed in response.
"May I ask what happened in my absence? I checked to make sure nothing had gone wrong but I realize I have missed many things nonetheless."
So he'd checked up on her. There was that much, at least.
Nana started complaining, hands flying as she filled him on what he'd missed. There was, surprisingly, a lot to talk about. It had been a while since she had truly complained to someone. Let out all the petty bullshit she had allowed to build.
It felt nice. The buzzing tension beneath her skin started to fade with every word. Every response.
Half-way through talking about the disaster that had been Shamal, her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"...I punched him," the whispered voice squeaked, trembling so much it took a moment for Nana to translate what they had said.
"What?" Nana pulled her phone back, checking the caller ID. It was Miyu. Nana slammed the phone back onto her ear. "You punched Kouske? Where? Was it awesome? Did you get a picture?"
"Nana," Miyu cried, sounding closer and closer to a teakettle. "It's- it was horrible! I thought he was going to block, or dodge, or-or something! But he didn't! What do I do?!"
Nana's face scrunched up as she tried her best to follow the rapid-fire words. "Miyu, you need to calm down a little bit. Take some deep breaths."
There were a few soft inhales and exhales, all short and too sharp. She was trying though.
"Okay," Nana kept her voice soothing but she couldn't stop the slight smile starting to form. "Now, you said he didn't try to dodge right?"
"Y-yes. He should have, he did the whole time before, but not the last time. I… I don't know why."
"He didn't say?"
"Well, he did," she got even quieter, "but I didn't quite understand what he was trying to say and he- his face, it's so hard to tell how he is feeling but he didn't seem angry even though I'd hit him in the face, but-"
"You're starting to freak out again," Nana said, stopping her before she could start hyperventilating again. "Start out simple, okay? What did he say after you hit him?"
"H-he just said 'good job' and that we were done for the day. And I had apologized right away of course, but I didn't start to worry about it until I was on my way home because what if he sent me home so quickly after that because he was hurt and he just didn't want me to see? Or what if-?"
Nana laughed.
"Nana!"
"I-I'm sorry!" she tried to smother it with her hand but it wasn't really working. "I'm sorry Miyu, but Kouske definitely did not send you home because he was too hurt. It's almost seven, he sent you home because he wanted you to be home before the sun went all the way down."
"But I hit him."
"And he said 'good job'," Nana said, grinning as she leaned against the counter. "I'm pretty sure you've noticed, but Kouske is not a normal person. I once saw him stop a speeding car with his hands."
"Really?!" she whispered, a bit muffled. Nana could already picture her holding her hand over her mouth, eyes wide in shock.
"Oh yeah. So, knowing that, if you hit him in the face it was because he let you. Probably to get an accurate read on how strong you were, or just to let you get off some steam. He likes you, he'd let you do that."
"H-he doesn't like me," Miyu disagreed immediately.
"We all like you, Miyu," Nana assured her, the corners of her eyes crinkling when she could hear bird-like flustered sounds. "Did the rest of the training go well?"
"Oh yes, I learned so much and he was very patient with me. I was so surprised by how- how comfortable it all was. I didn't feel scared even once!"
"That fantastic," Nana softened. "That right there already shows he cares. He didn't want you to feel scared, the whole lesson was about making you feel strong, right?"
"T-that's what I was wishing for, but I never told him that," she grew quieter and quieter.
"He knew," Nana said. "Trust me, he always knows. And you have another lesson with him next week right?"
"I-I do."
"Then he isn't upset with you. Trust him, Miyu, he would never have let you punch him if he didn't think it was helping you." She paused, thoughtful. "...It felt pretty awesome, right?"
Miyu was quiet for a long second. "...It did," she admitted shamefully.
"I hit him in the face once too."
"You did?!"
"It was flippin sweet. He had a huge bruise all along the side of his face for days."
There was some weird static, like she was moving the phone around. "...and he wasn't angry? Or upset that you'd hit him?"
"We had been sparing," Nana explained. "And it's really different to get bruises from a fair, equal grounds match than from a one-sided attack."
She let out a stuttered breath.
"It wasn't wrong to feel good about landing a hit," Nana said gently. "You both were having fun, and you both knew what you were getting into. You didn't hurt him, his face is practically made of steel, and he never hurt you right?"
"...Yes."
"Then it's okay. You had a good lesson, you made progress, and you had fun. You had a good day."
"I did have a good day," she said quietly, more to herself than Nana.
"I'm happy for you Miyu," Nana cheered, keeping her voice low enough that it wouldn't hurt Miyu's ears on the other end. "Now all you have to do is go home, see your beautiful kids, and know that there are more days like this coming your way."
"I have another lesson next week," she breathed, the words tinged with amazement.
"You have another lesson next week," Nana agreed.
"This was- I don't even know- I feel so light," her voice sounded watery. Choked. "I… I can't even remember the last time I felt this way. I- oh my gosh. Nana. I hit Hibari Kouske!"
"You did!" Nana cheered her on, blinking against the light prickle in her eyes. "You're a warrior!"
"I-," she choked, like the words weren't allowed to pass her lips. She inhaled, long and deep, before trying again. "I'm a warrior!"
It was whispered fast. Half scared, half excited.
Nana didn't know how long this burst of wonderful, breathtaking self-confidence would last (it was only the beginning, but it was progress) but she prayed that it lasted as long as it possibly could. Until she could feel that every day, more often than not, and she could scream the words that described her very soul instead of whispering them in the fear that they would be stolen away from her.
"You're so cool, Miyu."
The flustered bird sounds returned.
"I-I need to get home. I want to see Kyoko and Ryohei. I need to see them. I… I'm going to run home!"
Nana chuckled. "You can do it. I believe in you."
"Thank you Nana," she sounded a bit nasally and a whole lot happy. "Thank you so much."
"Thank Kouske, and doubly thank yourself. I was just here to listen."
"Thank you," she said again before hanging up. From the sounds of it she had already started running.
"Damn," Nana beamed. A handful of minutes ago and she'd felt like she was going to explode. She had been tired and grumpy and overwhelmed even though nothing dramatic was going on anymore. Now she felt her blood racing for action, inspired to do more. She felt energized. "Miyu is so fucking cool."
"She is."
All the tension, all the underlying static that had been prickling beneath Nana's skin for days as the silence built, and built until it was all she could hear, faded.
"I feel like running too."
"Best not to, the sun has long since set. Perhaps playing tag with Bovino Lambo would be a better use of your energy."
"Snake, you are on a roll lately. I don't think I've ever agreed with you so often before."
"You are exaggerating. Heavily. There have been numerous times where you have-"
"Don't ruin this!" Nana crossed her arms in an 'x' in front of her chest.
If Snake kept sighing like that he was going to deflate. Nana blinked, a little to fast to be normal, as she felt herself settle back into her skin. Things were back to normal. Everything was fine.
"Lambo!" Nana called, hopping out of the room and to the stairs. "Do you want to play tag?"
Maniacal laughter answered his call.
What a cute kid.
"Tsuna, Dino," Reborn's voice sounded. "Go join."
"Are you playing?"
An odd clicking noise. "Of course."
"Then no. Why would I- Gah! Fine, fine, I'll play!"
"If Tsuna is playing then so am I!" Hayato's voice declared.
"Octopus head loses."
"What?! OI! We haven't even started playing you little brat!"
"Lambo-san wins!"
Nana sweatdropped.
The noise drew Ryu out of his room. "Everyone sounds very excited today, is something going on?"
"We're going to play tag," Nana told him, leaning against the railing. "I didn't think so many people would join though. I'll have to make some snacks."
"I'll join."
"Fricken- would you stop that!" Nana jumped a full three feet away from Shouto when he materialized next to them.
Ryu shook his head, eyes closed in exasperation.
"This sounds fun," Michelle walked down the hall towards them, already dressed in her pajamas. "I'll join as well, if that's alright."
"Of course!" Nana perked up. Michelle was almost never home to join in on the house weirdness. They'd have to make this extra special then. "Lavina! Come keep score! We're going to play tag with everyone!"
"Coming!"
Ryu tilted his head. "Keep score? Is this not like regular tag?"
Nana smirked evilly. "We play the version Lavina and I learned in school. There's a few… additions to the game to make it more interesting."
Lavina walked down the stairs, a notebook clutched in one hand while she used the other to hold the railing. Nana seriously needed to get her to want to move onto the main floor. Maybe if they turned the piano room into her bedroom as well?
"I'll explain the rules," she said, once she was at the bottom. "It's more like hide-and-seek, capture the flag, and tag all mixed into one."
Shouto and Michelle looked fascinated. Ryu already looked tired but he seemed willing to give a try.
Nana left them to it and returned to the kitchen to make a quick fruit plate for a snack. They'd need the energy.
"Try not to break your hand this time."
"Will you ever let that go?" Nana said. "I was sick that day, I wasn't at my best."
"Neither was Beccio Caterina and yet she still managed to win the entire event with not even a scratch."
"We agreed to never mention her again," Nana warned, scowling.
"It was a long time ago Nana, you need to let this go."
"I'm not letting it go until she makes me a new necklace!"
"It was an accident-"
"It was intentional!" Nana swore. "She looked devious and we all knew she was secretly evil! No one is that perfect! No one!"
"The Yamamoto family."
"...No human is that perfect! The Yamamoto's are angels." Nana corrected. "And I stand by my decision."
"You are ridiculous."
"Damn straight," she nodded briskly. "Now shut up. I need to get mentally prepared for this."
Snake huffed but obliged. Nana, more aware than she had ever been before, noticed the difference in the silence now opposed to the one that had been haunting her.
"Hey, Snake?"
"Yes Nana?"
"I know you don't want to talk about, you know, what happened," she trailed off.
"...I am sorry."
"No, no, it's okay," Nana assured, pulling out some fruits and vegetable from the fridge. "It's not- you don't have to tell me. I meant it when I said that. It's just…" she cleared her throat. She could feel a bit of heat crawl up her neck but this was important to say so she ignored it. "I missed you."
"Oh."
Nana finished cutting everything up and arranging it on the plate. She didn't mind this silence, it was a more expected one. She didn't need a response either, she just wanted him to know that someone missed him when he wasn't there.
"Alright nerds," Nana sang as she went back to the main room. Everyone was sitting in a circle around Lavina looking excited (Lambo, Hayato, and- scarily enough- Reborn), confused (Ryu and Tsuna), scared (also Tsuna, and Dino), or just reservedly intrigued (Michelle and Shouto). "We all set?"
"I just finished explaining. Any questions?" Lavina asked, looking at them all with a cheery little smile.
Tsuna's hand shot up.
"Yes Tsuna-chan?"
"...Do we really need the death strikes?"
"Of course! They're the best part!"
"Don't worry little brother," Dino patted his back, grinning. "I'll look out for you."
"Little brother?" Tsuna sweatdropped. "And none of your men are here…"
"Hm?" Dino tilted his head.
"Nothing," Tsuna sighed.
"Let's draw for teams," Nana settled the tray between all of them, slapping Shouto's hand away so everyone else could get something first. That tall man pouted, cradling his hand to his chest like a kitten. Wimp.
Lavina drew out the sticks, adding everyone's names to them. As she threw them in a bag and shook them Nana sat down on the couch and stretched. This was going to be fun.
"Nana."
"Yeah?" she beamed.
"...I missed you as well."
Nana swallowed. She looked up, blinking.
"Mom?"
"Let's do this!" Nana cheered loudly, making everyone around her jump. "My team is totally going to win this."
"I think not," Lavina shook her head, waving at the first two sticks that had been drawn. "My team always won."
Nana rolled her eyes. "Only because you got Beatrice and Juliet on your side. You're on your own this time Lavina!"
Dino laughed, easily drawn into the theatrics.
Tsuna groaned from deep within his soul as Lambo tugged at his hair excitedly.
It was going to be a long night.
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Yeah, I don't really like Shamal. Later on in Canon he had some potential to be a likable character to me, but the things that made me dislike him (consent motherfucker, do you speak it?!) were too strong to make it anything other than potential. And Nana has some very strong morals. So... yeah. Nana and Shamal (most people and Shamal) do not get along. At all. That might change one day but... eh. We'll see.
I know I said we're charging through the Daily Life Arc, but that honestly isn't why there's so much crammed into this chapter. I had this whole disaster mess planned for awhile, Nana needed a day of pure unwanted chaos to reach that stress limit. Everyone needs a day off!
We're steadily reaching the end of the Daily Life Arc, or at least the parts I'm keeping in the main story. If you have a particular chapter or episode I'm skipping over (like that one where Nana gets pickpocketed and everyone gets pissed XD) that you want to see just let me know. I'm going to add more Daily Life stuff in the side story 'Taking No Crap from Nobody' to keep providing content when a chapter is taking too long so I'm happy to cover any of those.
Snake says hello again!
Yuki Nagasawa: Oh yeah! It had sounded so familiar and I was wracking my brain, thank you for telling me! That would totally be Snake XD My friend, you are the literal bomb. A list of side-characters, just there for whenever an opportunity should arise? BEAUTIFUL! That's honestly how I fill in planned moments where a side character would add that extra splash of color I need to set the scene. I have a huge long list of random OC's (first ones that are offered from lovely readers and then my own) to plug in as needed. You have just given me even more! You are wonderful! I'm so happy you love my story so much! Thank you!
Kirie Mitsuru: Ohhh, a fellow archiver (either reader or writer, we're all a badass community)! Hello! I'm glad you like it enough to read it on both sights! You... are crazy nice. How could I possibly mind feedback? Especially nice feedback from someone so kind! Please, don't feel obligated to, but know that all of your responses are met with gratitude and happy tears. The Hibari family is awesome! I adore them! and the OT3 is seriously winning me over. The flow of their interactions is great, it's really enjoyable to write. Speeding through the Daily Life Arc is becoming a goal. Not so fast as to destroy pacing and stuff, but definitely getting through it quickly. Thank you for noticing! Let me know if you think I'm rushing too fast (if you want to), I don't want to overdo it. Bittersweet is usually as sad as I'm willing to make an ending, but I'm typically a happy ending sort of author. Angst galore, of course, throughout the entire story but a happy/content ending is usually my final goal. Fair warning, ten-year later arc? ...Not happy. You've been warned! Seriously, thank you for your amazingly kind words. It really does do a lot to make me feel confident in my writing and motivate me to continue. I really appreciate it. Thank you.
ChaosHearth: Enma is flippin adorable! I've already written some stuff with him cause I'm so excited to get there (and current plot brain needs a break from time to time). It's gonna be awesome!
4everfictional: And thank YOU for being so sweet again!
ADDBaby: Gah! That energy! It's contagious! Seriously, you're such an energized writer, I love it. Sorry about your dentist XD If you're this affected by the current teacher/student bonding I can't wait to see how you'll react later *evil laughter* And the deal with future Lambo... *more evil laughter* Oh thank goodness, you really thought the action scene was good? That's one of my greatest weaknesses in my eyes. I struggle with keeping written action flowing and understandable. I'm glad this one turned out well! You're as sweet as sugar my friend, and I always enjoy hearing from you! You give me an extra dose of energy to get through my day, and I am grateful for it. You rock!
Mel Writer: You're making me do a little dance! Having someone ask 'is this gonna happen?!' with anticipation, for my story, is just a huge uplift to my mood. Seriously, I'm glad you like it so much. The ship is sailing strong right now, and it is really winning me over. They're a lot of fun to write! Thank you for being as kind as ever Mel, you're the best!
Anya: Haha, that sounds hilarious! Just the complete personality switch, cause life does that, makes me giggle. For your love of Kyoya, you are not alone! I adore his character (even though he was hard to get a handle on writing) and I'm glad you like how he's being portrayed here! I try to avoid oocness as much as possible, so people that adore the character are a must to make sure I don't let that happen. I will do my best to keep going strong! All these wonderful responses are certainly helping me keep the energy I need to continue, so know that you are forever appreciated!
bloodshound: Oh geez. That is more than okay, I'm so startled that you'd want to! It's very flattering, thank you. I love Tsuna's POV and the interesting revelations he has (and you have) by the way he observes the people around him. It also helps me figure out how to be more descriptive without becoming repetitive (hopefully) so it's nice skill building too. How Flames affect one another will be covered more later, when he starts exploring that ability more instead of just living with how it is now. Kusakabe is so cool! Nana knew about the ten-year-bazooka from Reborn but they haven't really seen it in action besides the one time (and even that was a little hard for them to believe). This was the first time really witnessing it and they just... kind of process it like they process everything weird in Namimori. Accept it and move on XD. The Hibari family is a delight to write, especially because of how outrageous their logic is XD I adore it. Nana is going to have some very strong reactions to the whole Skull Disease thing. Very strong. Thank you for your kind understanding as always. And thank you for the OC! I have a good idea in mind for when Natsuhiko shows up, I'll PM you (if that's okay) when we get closer to that moment! We're getting into the Italy stuff soon so it will be after that. For any OC's that I need, the only thing coming up that needs a significant amount of them is Nana's old classmates. I already have a decent amount, so I can easily make do with what I have but a few more minor ones won't ever go wrong. They don't even have to be currently living (as morbid as that sounds) since they're mafia. I have another list of classmates that are unfortunately not around anymore so those work too. For any other OC I could always use some for Tsuna's classmates. He's starting to become more outgoing, so talking to people at school is a thing that will happen more and more. Especially since I built up that Natsuki was their counselor for so long. They're are going to be a... unique batch of kiddos. I can't wait! Sorry for the ramble, honestly I could make just about anything work, but those are what are coming up the soonest that need OC's. Make of it what you will! Thank you as always friend! You're a delight to hear from.
Megi Keishii: Tsuyoshi- It was too dark T-T XD Not that he wouldn't try anyway. There's probably some horribly video out there of random spark of green in the dark with Tsuyoshi giggling in the background. XD Glad you liked it friend!