Sup, this is my first fanfic, so yeah... Some of the characters might seem a little OOC to y'all, but that's because I'm probably not as good at characterization as I like to believe. Tsuna is made to be OOC because he ain't taking people's crap anymore, he's also smarter and stronger, but still the compassionate sky we all know he is deep inside.
P.S. Constructive criticism is appreciated and even just giving me your thoughts on this chapter. Thanks for giving this story a chance, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own KHR or its characters.
"I'm telling you I didn't fucking steal it."
"Look kid. This isn't your first offense, if you admit it and tell us who helped you, you might be lucky enough to get off with a warning."
"Why the hell do you think I did it?"
"The cameras only got your face running out of the store. There were five other guys with you, carrying the stolen hardware. So, tell us their names and where the stuff is. That's all."
"Bullshit. Y'all only need someone to blame."
"Brat, this is serious. You've recently gotten off probation and still doing your community service. Do you want to go to the Detention Center again so soon?"
"And for the last damn time, I'm telling you I didn't fucking do any of that shit. Ya got the wrong person."
"We got eyewitness reports and surveillance videos that say otherwise."
The kid had the actual gall to scoff.
Police Sergeant Matsuoka sighed. He already knew the kid wouldn't give a single thing away. This wasn't the first time he had to deal with the little shit, but protocol was protocol.
Shaking his head, he turned to the guard standing outside. "Hey! Take him to his usual cell until further notice." Receiving a nod in return, Sergeant Matsuoka stood up and left the interrogation room. Ignoring the mocking goodbye wave from the brat, he went straight to his office.
The guard grabbed the kid before striding out into the plain white hall. These officers needed a life, this was just sad.
"Oi! Slow down ya Tree Bastard! I can't keep up with your long ass legs, dammit!"
The guard didn't even blink nor did he have the grace to slow his pace. The kid could only glare darkly at the fucking tree disguised as a man as they passed by several random doors. They entered a metal, locked door at the end of the hall. The room had a couple of cells, only a few of them occupied.
Going to the first empty cell on the left, the guard roughly shoved the kid in. Said kid gave an indignant protest to the manhandling as he regained his balance.
The man removed the kid's cuffs before stepping out of the cell in one swift movement. Which spoke years of experience. Had the man ever thought about changing careers?
After ensuring it clicked shut the guard left, never mentioned again because he was an extra.
'They should put a welcome back sign in here for me. Maybe even put up a board with my name on it, that way idiots know not to enter my cell,' the kid couldn't help but think.
He went to lay down on the bench bolted to the back wall. It was uncomfortable to the highest degree, but it was better than the floor. Without a glance to the other captured losers, he fell asleep.
Nearly 2 hours later, a disgruntled Sgt. Matsuoka stood before the kid, yelling at the boy to wake up.
"What brought you here so soon, I was having a great nap?"
"Shut it brat."
"Oh, what got your panties in a twist?"
The Sgt. shot said brat a glare and released a frustrated sigh. "Kimura Tsuna. All charges against you have dropped and you are hereby no longer in our custody." Sgt. Matsuoka opened the cell, beckoning for the kid now named Tsuna to follow.
Tsuna raised an eyebrow at this. "Which sleazebag decided to free me? Cuz I ain't gonna be in debt to anyone."
"I'm... I'm not sure."
Tsuna looked at the Sergeant's face before smirking. "Ah, so that's why you're in such a bitchy mood." He got another glare in return for his oh so lovely commentary. "I thought you had fucking evidence, how the hell did the guy manage to bail me? Of course, not that I'm complaining."
Sgt. Matsuoka gritted his teeth, not bothering to answer. This made Tsuna's smirk grow wider. "Interesting."
The rest of the walk to the lobby was in complete silence, leaving the two to their own thoughts. More like the Sgt. was cussing everyone in his head while Tsuna wondered what he was going to get for lunch. Or was it dinner?
It was only once they reached the door leading to the lobby did the Sgt. finally hand over Tsuna's belongings. Which was some pocket change and a phone with a cracked screen. He also took the moment to say, "Next time, you won't be so lucky Brat."
Tsuna gave him a mildly entertained look. "Nice seeing ya too ya know. Where the hell did your manners go you ass?"
Sgt. Matsuoka stared at him. He then shook his head, muttering something about disrespectful punks. Without so much as a goodbye, he took off, desperate for some coffee.
"See you soon, old man!"
Tsuna watched as Matsuoka rounded the corner, a little regretful for messing with the man. He had a good heart, but Tsuna had an image to maintain. Shoving his meager belongings into his pockets, he sighed, exhaustion settling in. Shaking it off, he stepped into the waiting area. His eyes immediately focused onto a shadowy figure hidden near the entrance. Sensing a potential threat, he went on the defensive yet appeared disinterested.
"Come on out and tell me what you want, fucking Pedophile."
It was a beautiful morning in Namimori. The sun was shining through the clouds, the birds were chirping, and the flowers were in full bloom. People walked to work or school, enjoying the slight breeze. It was simply a wonderful way to start the day.
Except in a certain hitman's household.
"GWAHAHA LAMBO-SAMA STOLE AHO-DERA'S FOOD!"
"STUPID COW GIVE IT BACK!"
"Maa~ Maa~ Guys calm down."
"SHUT IT BASEBALL IDIOT! NO ONE WAS TALKING TO YOU!"
In the living room, you could see two figures fighting each other. Intent on destroying not only each other, but everything in their path. The sounds of their weapons clashing echoed in the room.
Strangely, or maybe normally in this house, someone was on the sidelines cheering them on. The only reason they didn't join in as well was thanks to their younger sister who had an iron hold on them.
None of them noticing the girl watching them in exasperation at the bottom of the stairs. Knowing who was about to wake up, she made her way back to her room to get dressed.
Now, let us go to a certain hitman's room and see how he is starting this fine lovely morning.
A handsome, Italian man laid on his bed, staring tiredly at the ceiling. 'It's times like these where I regret adopting every single one of them.' Releasing a sigh, the man stood up and got ready for the day.
After stepping out of the comfort of his room, he headed downstairs where all the commotion was. He took that time to remove his signature fedora and run his hand through his hair in an attempt at taming it. Replacing the fedora back on his head, he made sure to be mindful of his little partner resting on it the whole time.
Arriving at the bottom of the staircase, the man got a full view of what remained following the wake of his brats. To put it simply, it was a War Zone.
After Lambo decided to provoke Hayato about stealing said person's food. Hayato decided to bring out his mini bombs and throw them at Lambo. In retaliation, Lambo brought out his grenades. So together they demolished the kitchen and the dining room while still going at it.
Takeshi was standing off to the side. Laughing while also cutting down any bombs that happened to stray towards him.
One glance into the living room told him all he needed to know was that you could no longer call it as such.
Getting tired of all the stupidity in the air, the man let his partner, Leon, crawl into his hand and morph into a gun. Aiming at the ceiling, he pulled the trigger twice. At the noise the gun made, everyone in the house immediately stopped what they were doing. They all straightened, backs rippling with tension. Which gave the bombs in the air a direct path towards their intended targets. In skilled precision, the man shot any and all fuses on the bombs making them drop uselessly to the floor.
Takeshi was the first to come to his senses. "Yo, Reborn."
"I apologize Reborn-san, but it was the stupid cow's fault."
"GYAHAHA! OF COURSE, IT WAS LAMBO-SAMA!"
The man, now identified as Reborn, gave a quick nod in acknowledgment. "You idiots should go get ready for school, or else you'll be late. I don't tolerate getting calls about your tardiness," he said sharply.
The three quickly went to their rooms, of course, with the usual bickering. Besides Takeshi who kept a (creepy as Hayato calls it) smile on his face.
Reborn walked to the other side in swift strides, only to show the living room in all its destroyed glory. Ignoring it like the professional he is, his attention focused on the girl to his right. Trying *coughfailingcough* to drag her brother into the 'dining rooms' direction.
Reborn grabbed said boy by his collar before asking, "Why is Ryohei unconscious?"
Following him, the biological sister of Ryohei, Kyoko, smiled brightly. "Ah, good morning Reborn-kun. One of Hibari's tonfas accidentally hit Onii-chan on the head."
'Doubt it was an accident.' "So, where did he and Mukuro go to?"
"Hibari-kun went to school already. He said he wanted to make sure no one was violating the rules, or else he would bite the herbivores to death."
'Tch. Pretty obvious for that one. Hope he doesn't think he can avoid punishment for the destroyed living room because none of them will.'
"And I think Mukuro-kun went back to his room."
At the top they split up with Kyoko going to her room and Reborn standing in front of Ryohei's. Reborn slapped him until he gained consciousness again.
"That EXTREMELY hurt!"
In response, Reborn gave a blank stare.
"Oh, EXTREMELY good morning Reborn!"
"Get ready. And be down in 10 minutes," he said loud enough for everyone to hear. Then he made his way downstairs to prepare all their bentos.
They had a schedule set for school mornings. A lie to be honest, every day something happened because chaos loves to follow them.
Anyways, each one of them had to be awake before 6 o'clock and could not be late for school. They had to make sure they ate a good breakfast or else Reborn would have a little 'talk' with them. On their way out, they'd pick up their bentos Reborn had made for them that morning. Sometimes with the help of the girls or Takeshi. Of course, Reborn had Kyoya's already made. He understood the boy left early in the mornings to keep the peace at Nami-chuu. Only delayed if he caught sight of Mukuro.
Mukuro and Chrome were the first to come down the stairs.
"Kufufufu, Arcobaleno."
"Good morning Hitman-san."
In return, Reborn gave a nod with his usual smirk plastered on his face. As soon as those two left the house, the other major annoyances came down into the 'kitchen.'
"Why can't you drop off the idiot cow, Reborn-san?"
"Shut up Baka-Dera!"
"You little-"
"Maa~ Maa~ Hayato. It's not all that bad."
"I wasn't talking to you, baseball freak! And who said you could call me that?!"
"I enjoy walking Lambo to the elementary, don't you Onii-chan?"
"It is EXTREMELY fun Kyoko!"
Reborn inwardly sighed as he handed the bentos over to them. "It doesn't matter what you think, if I say you're going to do it, then you're doing it. No questions asked."
Hayato looked away and grumbled something Reborn didn't care enough to decipher. Lambo was too busy having his uniform fixed by Kyoko to rub it in Hayato's face for his minor victory. While Takeshi and Ryohei were grinning like loons off to the side. At the scene, Reborn couldn't help the warmth that filled him.
'Damn. I'm getting soft.' "Now get going, I don't want you guys to be late."
And so those five brats were off, leaving him alone in his destroyed home with peaceful silence.
'Ring. Ring. Ring.'
Reborn immediately grabbed hold of his Leon phone and pressed answer. "Yes."
"Ah, Reborn. How has it been with all those strays you picked up?"
Reborn clenched his fist in anger. "My kids are doing fine, Idiot."
"Ha, ha, ha. That's good to hear, seems you're very protective of them."
Reborn gritted his teeth, pissed off that whatever he said to the moron got brushed off so easily.
'Can't let the idiot get to me.'
Careful to keep the anger out of his voice, he asked, "Why did you call me, Iemitsu?"
There was a sudden change in tone when the reply came. "I need your help."
"…"
"I'm pretty sure Nono already informed you that you will be training the Vongola Heir, correct."
"Yes, your son, Sawada Tsunayoshi."
"Yes, yes of course, but he unfortunately changed his name to Kimura Tsuna."
'It's obvious you couldn't care less if he changed his name or not.'
"Get to the point," he growled darkly.
"Besides the change in name, someone informed me that he's currently under arrest. Something about getting caught stealing from a local store."
Even in his bad mood, Reborn managed to raise an eyebrow in curiosity. "I thought your kid was a civilian through and through?"
An annoyed sigh came through the receiver. "My sweet little Tuna-fish isn't as innocent as I had thought. I asked one of my subordinates to check out his record and it seems this isn't the first time it has happened."
"How old was he when he was first arrested?"
Shuffling and crinkling of papers could be heard through the phone. "He was 11. He got caught for pickpocketing. Since that was his first time, they let him off with a warning."
He scoffed. "And you barely found out now trash."
"Reborn-"
"Is there any other important information I should know about?"
"I don't know."
"How the hell do you not know, he is your flesh and blood Iemitsu."
"Yes, but I hardly visit to keep them safe, you should know that Reborn. My subordinates-"
"Listen here Iemitsu. Your son is someone you're supposed to know no matter what. You and I both know there are different ways to keep in contact, but you don't do you, because you don't give a shit. Do you even know the age of your son right now? I know you're a complete dumbass, but I didn't think you were such a worthless human being. It's family before Famiglia, you fucking disgrace."
Without further ado, he hung up on the asshole. 'Damn that idiot to hell for ruining my mood. And now I'll have to make some calls to see what information they can dig up on the kid. Even the things I already have are useless since they're from the imbecile.'
ONE HOUR LATER
'Are you serious?' Reborn could feel a headache forming because of the lack of information on Kimura Tsuna. Yes, he understood the reason for the change in last name, even approved of it, so he was going to refer to him as such. Honestly, who wanted to be a known relative to a bumbling scumbag.
Anyways, back to the problem at hand. He reread the details he wrote down earlier when he had gotten hold of a couple of his contacts.
Name: Kimura Tsuna
Birth Name: Sawada Tsunayoshi
Age: Unknown; Estimated 14 years old
Birth Date: Sometime in October
Location: Namimori, Japan
Residing: Unknown
School: Said to go to Namimori Middle, but attendance shows he only went on the first day.
Mother: Sawada Nana
Location: Namimori, Japan. Residence is unknown. Moved a while back with her son, though no one bothered finding out the exact location.
Sire: Sawada Iemitsu
Location: Sicily, Italy. His residence is CEDEF Headquarters.
Other: Part of the Katsu Kotei yakuza in Shirimasen, town to the west of Namimori.
And the rest of it was about his personality and appearance when he was about 5 years old. Along with some sheets of paper showing his criminal records. So, all in all, it didn't help for anything. With far too many blanks, Reborn realized that nobody knew much about who was going to be the next leader of Vongola.
'The only reason he has gotten caught countless of times is to cover for those that he works alongside with. A scapegoat, a pretty good one at that, but it can't be all he's good at. Seeing how the other people he works with trust him so much, there must be something else. And they all fall under the command of Katsu Kotei. That yakuza... At least the kid won't have a problem with the shadier side of the mafia.'
He rose from his seat and straightened out his suit. Grabbing his fedora on the way out, he strode towards the Namimori Police Station.
'Well, won't this be interesting,' Reborn thought despite his frustration at the way the day had gone so far. He always did enjoy a good challenge.
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If you find any mistakes, please tell me, I'm not going to take it up the butt, promise. It would help a lot actually, especially since Xanxus666 (some dude who helped me with this story) is a lazy ass but still helpful- when he feels like it. Thanks, till next time.