"Is it safe for me to ask why you're here?" Tsuna inquisitively poses to the man that presently sits in front of him, who he personally addresses as his home tutor and mentor.
He merely tilts his head forward again until the black brim of his fedora covers the top portion of his eyes when he speaks, "I happened to be in the neighborhood ever since my flight from Italy."
"Speaking of Italy, how's the ninth doing?" The brunette male curiously inquiries about the health of the older man, who was his predecessor in the Vongola Famiglia.
"Extremely frail nevertheless he's in good spirit. He's proud of what you've accomplished so far…No Good Tsuna." Reborn replies with a small smirk present on his face as he envisions the face of the weak older man with a smile on his face.
The phone on his desk proceeds to ring as he purposely waits until the third ring "rings" and picks it up to answer. "Juudaime, it's me the furious Storm that never ceases."
"Gokudera-san, what's wrong?" Tsuna immediately asks after he receives the verbal confirmation that it was indeed Hayato Gokudera on the other end of the line.
"Nothing, Kyoko-san and I just left from her rendezvous with that woman from the Ricotta Famiglia." The silver haired male quickly quells the nervousness in his boss tone.
"Her name's Haru-chan, Gokudera-san." Kyoko promptly spoke up since he addressed Haru as "that woman" and not by her given name.
He merely rolls his green eyes before he proceeds to comment, "Boss in my honest opinion, I don't think Kyoko nor any family member should meet up with her again."
"Yes, I will." The orange haired woman defiantly remarked with a stern expression present on her face and her arms now folded in front of her chest.
"I see. How about this...we'll discuss it in further detail once you get here." Tsuna offers up a temporary truce between the two since he knows how stubborn those two can become on a certain topic.
After he hears an "okay" from his Storm Guardian, he finally ended the conversation only to hear his guest firmly alleges, "You ought to listen to your right hand man."
The Vongola boss merely nods his head in agreement before he abruptly wonders, "You wouldn't happen to have any free time on your schedule by chance?"
A small smirk simply stretched across his face as a response to the question from the young man.
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Haru physically and mentally shuddered at the sight of the Ricotta mansion that appeared to darkly loom on the horizon, which earns the simple thought of 'Ugh...'
The vehicle slowly motors along the driveway and briefly parks in front of the entrance way before the guard hops out, rounds the vehicle and opens the door for her. Much to her immediate displeasure, she was warmly greeted by Yui and a quiet Katsumi.
"Spring…what happened to your face?" The silver haired man needles as his voice openly conveys his concern while his hands gently graze over the visible cuts and bruises on her face.
'Your brute of an escort manhandled Haru!' The brunette inwardly admitted after she purposely cut her eyes over at the stocky man clothed in black.
"I tripped and fell." She easily provides a lie to the man for the simple fact that she wants the guard to live to see another day.
On the other hand, Katsumi merely narrows his sight on the woman in front of Yui after he comments, "You really are a clumsy woman. What am I going to do with you, Spring?"
His oblivious agreement to her blatant lie led the blonde to mentally determine, 'He fell for the oldest trick in the book.'
Yui appeared to have genuinely accepted it as a legitimate excuse, backed away from the brunette, and said, "We have much to discuss about your unexpected little trip."
'Ugh...just Haru's luck.' The young woman annoyingly deems with a roll of her eyes before she nods her head forward to show she understands.
Katsumi then promptly leads the pair to the boss office while Yui cheerfully converses with a rather mute Haru.
"Ah, welcome Miura-san," The man behind the desk, cordially greeted her with what appeared to be a genuine smile plastered on his face.
"I've heard quite a bit about you from my son, Yui." He speaks in a calmly tone, which only earns a thought of irritation, 'Just great...like father like son.'
The older man casually leans back against the body of his chair when he honestly admits, "I must personally thank you for the golden opportunity you created for the Ricotta Familiga."
'Katsumi repeatedly mentioned that earlier when Haru was with him in the morning. Haru wonders what they mean by that?' Haru curiously wonders exactly what this "golden opportunity" is and why were they adamant to thank her for it.
The man notices the confusion on her face before he explains to her exactly what he means by golden opportunity. "We've been desperately trying to establish a line of communication with the Vongola Famigila so we were hoping that by hosting their Inheritance Ceremony we could set up a meeting that way. You, Miura Haru, managed to land that for us. And for that, I'm in your debt."
'Haru's no fool and the Vongola aren't either.' She quickly dismisses the older man's claims of a friendly relationship with the Vongola in her thoughts.
"Come sit and please inform us about your outing." He politely orders for her to reveal about any event that happens on her date.
Haru deliberately remains deathly silent and still, which earns an unreadable expression on the older man's face.
"Now Miura-san, I have been nothing but a gracious host that fed and clothe you and even put a roof over your head. The least you can do is tell me what happened."
He then calmly snaps his fingers and movement occurred, "Now speak."
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Takashi was currently washing his hands underneath the gushing cold water before cutting it off and drying his hand on a clean towel.
"That sure was a busy lunchtime." I-Pin dramatically voices once she passes through the wooden flap and in to the back room.
The Chinese assassin would often volunteer whatever free time she had between her studies, deliveries for Kawahara, and training with the Storm Arcabeleno Fon to help him with his father's restaurant.
She truly is a sweet girl with a heart of fold, which leads him to wonder exactly why she became a hitman in the first place.
"How's the search for a waiter/waitress going?" The teenager curiously inquiries about whether or not the young man finds someone to help him with his family restaurant.
"I hardly have anytime to really interview people for the position." He honestly confesses while he folds the towel and returns it to the rack.
I-Pin quickly stacks the plates in their respective places in the cabinet when she comments, "Tsuna-kun keeps us really busy."
"So how's school coming along?" Takashi changes the topic of the conversation from him and on to her.
"Fairly easy," She answers before she closes and locks the cabinet with a small silver key and quickly mentions, "I'm more concerned about Lambo-kun though."
"Oh great…what did he do now?" He curiously wondered what other mishaps has the teen been recently apart of.
"He hasn't been taken his studies seriously." The teenager reveals as she casually leans against the wooden counter with an expression of concern on her face.
"Did you tell Gokudera-san this?" The brunette poses to the younger girl after he reorganizes the sharpen knives in the drawer.
"I planned to at first plus I even told him that I was going to tell him but…" I-Pin admits as her voice unknowingly trails off, which earns the question, "But what?"
"He told me Bakadera isn't his dad. The teacher already referred him for a Cram School. His lesson starts immediately once she gets a call back." She answers his question along with a shake of her head out of disappointment.
'That'll interfere with a lot of our future plans.' Takashi instantly determined since recently the family had become quite busy even before the Inheritance Ceremony took place.
He releases a deep sigh at the news that Lambo studies have taken a turn for the worse before he eventually decides his move for the young man. "I'll talk to him before I tell Gokudera."
"Thank you, Yamamto-san." I-Pin cheerfully thanks the older man with a smile on her face.
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Ryohei jogs through the main entrance of the Vongola compound when a car speedily passes by him and parks in the driveway.
He simply removes the ear pieces from inside of his ears and notices that his younger sister and Octopus Head emerge from within the confines of the vehicle.
"Kyoko-chan, Octopus head," He cordially greets the two once he approaches the duo, who currently stands at the doorway.
The Storm Guardian merely rolls his eyes at the older man and openly comments, "I don't have time for this."
"Onii-chan," The orange haired woman politely greets her older brother with a smile on her face when she hears him say, "I was looking for you earlier."
"Oh sorry about that, I had a date." The young woman explains where she was during the earlier part of the day.
"With Octopus head?" Ryohei instantly needled with an expression of accusation, which prompts Kyoko to giggle at his allegation.
"No silly, I made a friend with this girl who was at the Inheritance Ceremony." She clarifies to him what she means by a date.
"Does Tsuna-san know you have this sudden extreme like for girls?" Her older brother quickly follows up with another accusation.
"You're going to fry your brain from over usage, Turf Head." Hayato annoyingly quips with a shake of his head at Ryohei's thought process.
"Gokudera-san might just be right." She gently places her hand on one of his shoulders, tilts her head and comments, "There are many things other than Tsu-kun that I like nii-san. Remember that."
The older silver haired male simply watched as both his sister and Octopus Head left him to his suspicious about Kyoko and her sudden taste in women.
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Haru's body was completely limp in the two men's hands before being roughly and aimlessly tossed inside of a basement dungeon-like cell.
The sound of a "slam" along with a "clink" noise loudly echoed throughout the damp darken cage she was currently locked in.
"You'll learn to stop being so damn stubborn Spring." Yui coldly advises her before he departs from in front of her cell.
Haru remains face forward on the cold rocky surface of the floor, which in an odd way starts to soothe the pain from her wounds.
'This actually hurted for once.' The brunette considers as she gently presses her face against the uneven surface.
A guttural groan was emitting from her mouth after an attempt to move her now stiff neck that was only resulting in even more excoriating pain for her.
'Haru really hates this family.'
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Lambo lazily drags his feet against the floor, barges inside of his room and merely tosses himself onto the surface of his twin size bed.
Exhaustion soon begins to wash over his body while he irritably grips, 'Why does Cram School even open up on weekends?'
His homeroom teacher recently referred him to one apparently because his grade had significantly dropped over the past couple of weeks.
The wavy haired teen lazily rolls onto his back as his eyes now stare up at the ceiling when he thinks, 'I had to get ready for the Inheritance Ceremony and school was getting in the way of that.'
'What's the point of even going to school?' He irritably wonders while he peers over at the pile of homework on his desk.
'I do it after I take this nap.'