It was an ordinary morning for everyone in the house. Giotto and G discussed business, Asari played the flute, Knuckle did an extreme workout, Lampow was bummed as usual, Alaudi was reading the newspaper, and Demon was sitting on the windowsill and enjoying the view of the garden, drinking hot tea.
Everything was calm until the pleasant silence was broken by a loud knock on the front door. All the keepers looked at each other in surprise, it was too early for the guests, and the enemies would hardly knock before attacking.
"Lampow, go open it," Gee ordered.
"Why me?" pouted the guardian of the thunderstorm, he did not want to get up from the sofa and throw his sweets.
"Come on, Lampow, go," the red-haired man ordered more imperiously and the guy had to obey.
He reluctantly got up and went to the door, while grumbling all the way about Giotto's right hand. There was a click of a lock and an unexpected heart-rending cry of a green-eyed youth. From the scream, all the keepers immediately jumped up and headed for the door, ready to fight the enemy, but they were dumbfounded when they saw what had frightened Lampow so much.
Seven small children curled up on the doorstep of the mansion and slept peacefully, it is surprising that the cries of the green-eyed did not wake the kids, because his loud voice was probably heard by the whole house.
"What? How?" asked the guardian of the storm in a trembling voice, pointing to a child dressed in a cow's overalls, he is so much like himself, next to the boy was a plush bull.
"What does it mean?" Asari asks in a whisper, looking at the dark-haired boy in blue pajamas, who outwardly was almost a copy of a swordsman, in his hands the child was clutching a toy dog.
"Fu-fu-fu, it's getting interesting," Spade laughs strangely and looks with interest at the boy with the pineapple hairstyle, in the dream the kid hugged his plush owl closer to him.
"As for me, nothing funny," grumbled G, his gaze fell on a boy with ash hair, he slept in an embrace with a kitten.
Alaudi nodded in agreement and silently looked at the child with black hair, in his hands was a small yellow toy bird.
"This is extremely strange! What will we do?!" Knuckle asked loudly as usual. In response, there was a boo from all sides, "sorry," this time the former boxer said quietly, he gently looked at the baby, holding the plush kangaroo tightly.
"We will do what we usually do with children," Giotto whispered mysteriously, reaching out to the smallest child. There was a note next to him.
Please, please, take care of them.
Then the names of the children were listed.
"I wonder who their parents are? They are so much like us" Asari asks, picking up little Takeshi in order to better see his face, he instinctively clings to the rain keeper and continues to sleep peacefully, as if it should be.
"It doesn't matter, I don't know how you guys are, but I want to raise from these children worthy people and heirs to Vongola's will," Primo said proudly, now raising his child, let the one who left them regret what he did, "even if he is not my child, I cannot leave him."
"You make hasty and thoughtless decisions, you cannot cope with so many children alone," sighs G, "but I, as your right hand, will help you."
"I can't leave the child on the street," the swordsman says softly, rocking the baby in his arms.
"It will be extremely cool, I will definitely make a good person out of him!" Knuckle whispered loudly, his eyes burning with anticipation, he was incredibly glad, unexpected find.
"Fu-fu-fu, I really need a student. You have to pass on your illusory techniques to someone," the illusionist takes Mukuro in his arms and smiles slyly, "I think Elena will like him."
"Do you even know how to take care of children?" Alaudi asks irritably, "There is nothing to do if I refuse, you will definitely not cope."
"Guys, are you completely crazy? How can you even take care of these babies, they have no place in the mafia," Lampow was definitely not happy with this prospect. The guy could never find a common language with the children, but here he has to somehow live with seven children. He won't stand it.
"Come on, Lampow, it's going to be fun." Knuckle was definitely already inflamed.
"Don't worry, Lampow, we will help you," Asari says, his smile was so wide that it's surprising how he hadn't torn his mouth yet, the swordsman was clearly happy with the manifestation of children, the man shook the child with such care, as if he was afraid that it would crumble from any sudden movement.
"Fu-fu-fu, is it possible that someone chickened out, Lampow is afraid of children?" Demon sneered.
"I'm not afraid of anything," the guardian of the storm said irritably and lifted the calf in his arms, " you see, I'm not afraid. I just don't like kids, that's all."
"So it's settled, these kids are our heirs, true heirs to the Vongola's will," the boss said solemnly.
Then none of them knew what tests awaited them, none of them had ever been a father. But now they have heirs and they will have to learn to be parents.