Kyouya stopped Tsuna during lunch.
"Tsuna. Who is going to pay for the damages to the area after that fight?" said Kyouya flatly. Because the damages were bringing up far too many questions and annoying him.
Tsuna looked around until he saw Bianchi.
"She's a manticore who uses Storm Flames. She came to my house and flipped out when she found out I was a Grimm. She's the one you want."
Kyouya's smirk was evil. Bianchi might have escaped the organizers but he was going to get the money she owed for repairs back one way or another.
"Have fun," said Tsuna, as if he hadn't just directed the bloodthirsty teen after Hayato's half-sister.
Bianchi had reluctantly confirmed they were half siblings after finding out he was a Balam, not a manticore like her. Even if it did privately confirm which side they both got their abilities from.
Finding out she had tried to kill her brother's Sky (because after two months of working together he had harmonized with Tsuna, becoming his official Storm Guardian to his delight) had done a lot to curb her behavior.
She didn't want her brother to go into Discord because of a misunderstanding.
Hearing Bianchi's yelp, Tsuna smirked.
Just because he wasn't going to take her head for attacking him didn't mean he couldn't hold a grudge. Payback was his.
Hayato had to hold onto the counter while he laughed, long and hard. Bianchi had been forced to pay up, and was out of town on a few hits to recover from the chunk Kyouya had taken out of her accounts.
"Oh god, that is hilarious."
Tsuna whistled innocently, though he had a vindictive glint in his eyes.
"Something good happen?" asked Takeshi, bringing lunch.
His dad had been surprisingly calm about the fact that his son had harmonized with a Grimm, but at least he knew Tsuna would take care of his son. As such he occasionally had Takeshi deliver free sushi to the shop.
"Tsuna set the Demon Cloud on my sister because she hadn't paid up for the damage she caused with her attacks. She also had to pay for the damages to the Arena," said Hayato grinning.
Demon Cloud was the nickname Fon had given his grandson. Needless to say it stuck.
"I said I wouldn't kill her for the mess she made. I said nothing about telling Hibari who caused such a disturbance and directing him her way," said Tsuna innocently.
Takeshi snorted. That was a sure fire way to piss off Hibari and have him go on a rampage for a few hours.
"The great Lambo is here!"
"Hey, little bull. Mama send you?" asked Tsuna, picking the kid up.
His behavior had calmed down a great deal with positive attention and actual discipline. Even if he did have most of his explosives and weapons confiscated until he learned better than to throw them all over the place when he had a tantrum.
Lambo nodded and cheerfully accepted the grape sucker from Tsuna's jar.
"EXTREME!"
"Oh god. I told Reborn to keep him away from the shop."
Tsuna went around back to find a somewhat beat up Ryohei, who he let in with an exasperated expression.
"Visited the Arena again?" he asked, letting Ryohei sitting down.
"Master Pao Pao recommended a new place to fight! I had some extreme fun! Oddly enough most of them had guns for some reason."
Tsuna paused, before an annoyed look on his face.
"Ryohei, until we graduate high school could you do me a favor and stick to the regular Arena for fights? The last thing I want to explain to your sister is why you're healing from bullet wounds," said Tsuna.
Ryohei nodded.
"You are an extremely awesome guy, Tsuna!" said Ryohei.
He started winning more of his fights after Tsuna forced him to take a week off any training, and Tsuna kept his promise to keep things quiet from Kyoko. He understood Ryohei's need to fight and prove himself the best, without looking down on him for it.
It was little wonder that shortly after Reborn suggested he fight for Tsuna's sake when he took over his father's family, he had agreed without hesitation. Less than a week after he felt a warmth spring up while Tsuna was bandaging him up.
Master Pao Pao mentioned something about 'extra extreme training' soon.
"Done," said Tsuna, adjusting his glasses.
"Extreme!"
"Remember, take two days off. I'm sure your sister worries about you, and leaving off training to spend time with her is always a good thing," said Tsuna.
Ryohei nodded. He went back to his running, to give the medicine time to work so Kyoko didn't notice the bruises.
Shamal didn't know why Reborn wanted him to assess some kid as a medic, but he was willing to play along.
"Welcome to Arashi Apothecary!" said a familiar voice...before it changed to "Oh, it's you. What do you want?"
Shamal blinked.
"Since when do you know anything about medicine?" he said surprised.
Why was that hot head brat Gokudera working around medicines?
Hayato rolled his eyes at him.
"Boss found out I was good at mixing things and following directions, and I know most of the herbs by scent if nothing else, so he gave me a job. I mostly only bother with mixing the remedies up when he's not available."
"You'd make a horrible doctor."
"I do inventory and delivery, jackass."
"Hayato, what have I said about customer service?" said a voice from the back.
"He's not a customer boss! Just a stupid pervert doctor!" Hayato shot back.
Shamal looked intrigued now. He peered past the side door to see a kid expertly mixing herbs and spices for something with a practiced hand, before adding some sort of liquid and giving it a good healthy shake.
"You the kid Reborn mentioned was a good medic?"
"Oh, Reborn sent you? Come back in then. And I'm not a medic, I'm an herbalist."
"Like a medicine man or something?" said Shamal, rubbing his beard.
"Pretty much. Fon was nice enough to introduce me to someone who could give me training and then fix up the shop for me to work with."
Shamal hummed.
Herbalists weren't restricted to the same rules and regulations a doctor was, even if they did technically serve the same purpose. A lot less headaches than doctors had to deal with. He did notice a lack of modern machines near the treatment area though.
"What all do you specialize in?"
"Basic field medicines. I don't do surgeries or major trauma... you'd have to go to one of the recommended hospitals for that. But for stuff like broken bones and bullet wounds, that I can handle. I'm too busy to get a proper doctorate or nursing degree."
"Well at least you know your limits," said Shamal.
"The local yakuza and I have an understanding. I don't ask questions and they leave the shop alone, unless they need treatment or are making deliveries for me," deadpanned Tsuna. He adjusted his glasses. "Does the word Wesen mean anything to you?"
Shamal blinked. He hadn't had to deal with them in some time.
"What sort of Wesen? I know a few Fuchsbau..."
"Oh good, so you won't be blindsided like Reborn was. He's still having trouble adjusting," said Tsuna cheerfully.
"Blindsided?!" said Shamal, a grin spreading on his face.
"Yeah, I had to deal with a Blutbad who isn't local and a couple of Klaustreich and he about had a breakdown from shock. I had to call Fon to get him to calm down," said Tsuna grinning.
Shamal snickered.
"So are you a Wesen or..."
"I'm a Grimm. Hayato's a Balam, by the way. Bit of a shock finding out his sister is a manticore... apparently no one told him he was only her half-brother," said Tsuna.
"Wait, that brat is..."
"Over half the city is Wesen, because we have an established territory where it's safe for them to live. Of course no one told Reborn a good portion of the mafia is Wesen, or knows about them."
Shamal snorted.
"Thanks for the heads up."
"So what are you here for?"
"Reborn thought you might be a good medic. That and I needed a place to lie low for a bit. Expect to see me in the school as the new doctor soon," said Shamal.
Tsuna eyed him, before he finished what he was doing and went into the back.
He dropped a rather thick book on the table.
"What's this?"
"A list of all the Wesen under eighteen in town, and their species. We do a registration so I know about any allergies if they have to come in for emergency treatment, and to familiarize the kids with who to come to in case they need help. Mostly in the event that they're suddenly orphaned, Kyouya knows who to place them with if they don't have family to take them in."
It would be disastrous if they were to put a Bauerschwien with a Blutbad, for example.
Even if it taken longer for the Wesen to get over the idea of registering what they were and their full names. Once they realized the two Grimm weren't going to use it against them, most generally dropped the subject.
It was no different from getting a license. Just with less hassle and headaches.
"So what sort of specialty do you have in medicine?"
"Infectious diseases."
Tsuna grinned, and pulled out a different book.
"If you can't read these, let me know. I should have dictionaries around here somewhere."
Shamal blinked, before a smirk appeared.
"You're rather accepting of me in your territory."
"You might be the answer to keeping Reborn from wiping out my liquor cabinet," said Tsuna flatly. "Besides, do you have any idea how hard it is to find anyone who knows about Wesen and organized crime that won't balk at what I do or report me to the cops and knows about medicines?"
"Point. Now what language is this in anyway?"
"Some English, some in German. Again, I have dictionaries and if you need a translation ask."
Shamal cheerfully took the book and found a place to sit, and soon found himself with a nice pot of some really good tea. Coffee was good, but it was hard to find the really good stuff in Japan.
Reborn took one look at his old friend sitting drinking tea and reading one of Tsuna's books and scowled.
"Hey Reborn. This kid is good. Didn't even bat an eye to my mosquitoes or my profession."
"Why didn't you bring him sooner?" said Tsuna cheerfully. Shamal was a lot of fun to have around, perversion aside. It was so nice to talk shop with someone that could match him, and even had experience in the same headaches he did.
"So is he..."
"I'm as human as you are. Unlike you I already knew about Wesen because some of my colleagues tend to forget to hide when they get drunk enough. Bluebeards are annoying as hell though... rat bastards keep stealing my dates..." grumbled Shamal.
"Thank god! Finally someone normal!" said Reborn in relief. Shamal snorted with amusement. Then he looked at Tsuna. "What's a Bluebeard?"
"Ziegvolk. A goat type Wesen that can secret an irresistible pheromone to women, especially when they've eaten certain species of poison frogs. They're also called Bluebeards," supplied Tsuna. He scowled. "We've had to run a few of those idiots out of town or thrown them into the special Arena because they also have a very bad habit of turning into serial rapists since all they need is to touch their victims. More than a few of the local girls have had run ins with the bastards who use their pheromone on them and then don't even bother to pay what they're due."
Needless to say the prostitutes in the area warmed up considerably around the teens once they realized that they were on their side and were more than happy to act as protection if asked. Or to send protection that wouldn't look down on them for what they did.
Shamal rubbed his chin.
"Mind introducing me to some?"
"I can direct a few your way, if you're willing to provide free physicals and medicines in exchange. It's hard to get health care that won't look down on them. They're more likely just to give you a discount for the medical care though," said Tsuna, eyeing Shamal with a Look.
"Fair enough," smirked Shamal.
At least this boy was somewhat tolerable to be around.
Tsuna was not impressed.
"How in the hell did I end up roped as the nurse's aide?" he demanded irate.
Reborn smirked.
"Shamal doesn't like treating boys, and you have prior experience for anything that's likely to happen in the school. Besides, this way you can actually do something useful instead of being bored to tears during school hours."
"...So basically I treat all the guys that come in and I don't have to do the homework that's way too easy anymore?" said Tsuna, looking at Reborn over his glasses. "Is that even legal?"
"It's legal if I say it's legal. If anyone asks this pervert did the treatment and you simply acted as his assistant," said Kyouya. "Consider this training for a medical degree."
Tsuna looked at Reborn expectantly.
"We're mafioso. You really think we're going to quibble over something like age if you actually know what you're doing?" he deadpanned. "Consider this payback for throwing me in the deep end with your side work."
"Well at least Mama will be happy I'm doing something productive that she can shove in the face of the neighbors. They still look down on us because of that moron not being around," said Tsuna rolling his eyes.
"Speaking of the moron... does he know..."
"He's a Lowen, and I highly doubt he's aware of what I am or that I know what he is, otherwise he'd get lost and never come back. There's a reason why grandpa hated him so much and it had nothing to do with him being Wesen."
"Lowen?"
"Lion," supplied Kyouya. "His skills are absolutely pathetic and even his own kind think he's a disgrace."
"...Well that explains his nickname..." muttered Reborn.
His student would be learning something useful and he had something to hold over Iemitsu for being a moron. Today was a good day.