Nana's Imouto
Disclaimer: Murkuro is still guarding my little vine. I have nothing else.
Ch. 12: Nants ingonyama bagithi (Here comes a lion)
English
Eventually I went back to the hotel room and just relaxed. Ordered room service, watched some boob tube, tried to listen in on the assassins above me.
I was bored man.
So needless to say that when I got a visit from Reborn when I came out from my shower after singing to various Disney songs, I was happy as a clam.
"Hakuna Matata~!" I ended; stepping out of the shower, towel drying my hair.
"Hakuna Matata?" He asked, staring at me with his all seeing eyes and Leon bopping his head from the fedora.
"It's my motto." I replied, hoping that he will continue.
"What motto?"
"Nothing, what's the motto with you?" I snorted, laughing. "What brings you by?" I asked after a few moments.
"Tonight is the first night of the Ring Battle. Sun Ring, Ryohei versus Lusseria."
"Coolie, why are you telling me? Oh! You want me to watch the battles!" I said, sitting down in the counter by the coffee machine, letting the cold countertop invade my body from the legs. Snatching my cup of coffee up from beside said coffee maker.
"Yes."
"No." I said right back to him, taking a sip and totally ignoring the gun that was pointed at me. I just quirked an eyebrow as best as I could, never could manage the art of an eyebrow quirk. "The Varia doesn't know who I am, but they would know as soon as they saw me."
"I don't follow." Reborn stated, gun still level at my eyes. Not wavering a little.
"I showed up last night at their super secret hideout pretending to be a lost art model. I know who all is here and somewhat of their devious plots. Lusseria could spot me 4 miles away in a snowstorm listening to Spice Girl's Wannabe, re-dying his hair in a power outage."
"That's very…"
"On point and creepy. I'll come up with a more believable story than a sumo competition."
"What about the other battles?" He asked, putting his gun away and stealing a cup of jo.
"More than likely not, but I can help with Nee-chan and Yamamoto-san." I stated, "I think I should make them cookies." I said offhandedly. "Hey Reborn, do you know where I could get weed?"
I swear I almost saw Reborn do a spit take. Man I would be God if I could do that. "What do you need weed for?" He asks.
"To make weed cookies. Wait no; they would totally detect it…. Maybe just some regular cookies or would a cake be better? Yeah a cake-ooo! I can totally do a rum cake! Yep! Totally making a cake!"
"Do I want to know?"
I put down my cup of jo and look at him with a serious face and do the classic Star Wars hand gesture, "These are not the droids you're looking for."
Reborn just started at me for a few minutes before Leon came out from his hat and winked at me.
D'awwww, Leon loves me!
It was sometime later after I knew that my horrible Brother-In-Law (Who shall be called BIL from now on) has left the house that I went back in to make my cakes. And whoa-boy! Was it a fight to use the kitchen when Nee-chan is there!
"But Nee-chan! I want to make several cakes, all by myself! One for us! And one for my new group of friends who helped me out last night! You would totally get along with them and maybe even Tsuna! There's this one guy who has amazing fashion sense and could totally help us out when we go clubbing and or to an opera or a play! He made an orange boa look fabulous! And then little blond guy, he made stripes just look adorable! They really all have class!" I rattled on, trying to take over the kitchen when Nee-chan isn't looking.
It's hard. She's like a ninja when it comes to her kitchen! But hey! If I can get my Nana whose 91 years old to give up her flip flops that keep causing her to fall down then I can do anything!
And trust me. Trying to win an argument against a Spanish/Native American 4 foot 11 inches lady on a good day is like herding cats.
I totally nail it.
Anyways, back to my rattling.
"Imouto-chan! I can make anything as well as you can! So let me help!" She instated, getting things down and turning on the oven.
"No! This is something I want to do for you Nee-chan! It proves my love to you and to my newfound friends who will love you to bits! Onegai!?" I pouted, not being afraid to pull out my tears of doom!
"Hai." She said after trying to fend them off for 10 minutes.
Score! I win!
"We should totally go to this play as a sister date! I haven't had a sister date. It's about The Swan Princess! It's being presented by the Namimori High School over at Midori Campus! They teamed up together to do it!" I said after I had the cake cooling and eating a piece.
Nana stopped in mid-chew to consider it, fork hovering over her nice china plate. "Hm? But what about Tsu-kun?"
"Kiddo is helping out the Committee of Reformed Punks along with 'Dera and Take-chan. Something about extra-credit towards their Social Science class." I said, taking a bite from my piece of cake from the napkin.
"Oh? I didn't hear about it," Nana trailed off.
"Let me let you in a little secret Nee-chan." I said in a stage whisper, looking around all dramatic like, "He's been improving on his grades but wanted to surprise you when he got a 100 on his assignments."
I could see tears welling up in her eyes and hands covered her mouth, the fork dropping onto the plate with a little 'tink'. "Is he really?" She asks with uncertainty. "Is my little Tsu-kun really trying to do that?"
"Hey, have faith in Kiddo! He has the Greatest Hitman tutoring him, the Greatest Aunt since Ever! And the Greatest Mom since before time! He can't fail! He has us by his side, and all of his friends! He's going to be the Greatest!" I said with a fist pump at the end of my spiel.
"World's Greatest Hitman?"
"Yep! It's a title given to the Homework Insane Tutors Math In Numbers number one boss! The Great Boreen! It's just easier to say Hitman, just like how's there's Worlds Greatest Rainbow. Stands for Ready Accept In Numbers But Oh Wow! It's top-secret guild full of geniuses that like to help people. And BIL was just ever so kind to know Reborn through his travels to ask for a favor to help him out on dear Kiddo. Cause he deserves the best. " I said all with a dead serious face, in which I know that dear little Boreen is going to get a kick out of after pulling out his hair seeing as I almost spoke of the mafia in layman terms that even Nana would get.
"I should make Tsu-kun's favorite dinner when he gets his 100!" Nan said with bright eyes and flowers sprouting out in the distance.
Wonder if I could learn that trick? Oh, Halloween idea there.
"Right! Nee-chan! Go get dressed and I'll hurry and go grab those tickets! Maybe if we can grab an earlier start time we can grab something to eat afterwards!" I said with a huge smile on my face.
"Oh! I'm the luckiest Nee-chan every to have such an adorable Imouto like you!" She squealed, before finishing up her cake and heading upstairs to take a bath and change.
"Take your time Nee-chan! I'm going to drop off this cake to my new friends and than pick up the tickets!"
"Hai!" she answered back a little bit muffled, seeing how she's getting a bath started and all.
"Knock knock, " I said as I was knocking on the door, hoping somebody was there to open the door and let me in. Sadly, the only way I could think of safely delivering the cake was to be my Yankee persona as Shark Week claimed it. "Knock Knock," I rang out again. Still waiting, and now thinking about how this came to be. Well, now how to deliver the cake? Drop-shipment? Nah, they wouldn't let that through the door. A mysterious present in front of the door? Nadda. Shark Week there would puncture a hole through it.
Room service? Nah, they aren't that trustworthy.
Ah man! That means I gotta get back into my Yankee persona again. Noo! I hate contouring my face like that!
And that's how we ended up here.
Wonder if they left the door unlocked? Seeing as this is a newer hotel, probably not… hmmm…. Ooo! I have my spare key to my room that I could totally use as theirs! Just head downstairs and pretend that the key doesn't work.
Yess! Plan is coming together! MWUAHAHAHAHA!
Wow, totally didn't expect that to actually work. I stared at my card in amazement. Jeeze, people really are gullible. "Knock knock!" I rang out for the third time as I entered the room carefully. Peeking around the door first and to use it as a shield if needed.
Did not expect that either. I can see no traps lying around. Man, they are dumb! Oh well, time to put the cake down on the Boss's desk and peek around a little.
That's cool that is also cool. Reaching around stacks of liquor and grabbing different documents that catch my eye a little while later. Blah blah blah… nothing of interest.
When I started my way back to the door I noticed a tiny little piece of hair that was by the doorframe on the inside of the room. How I noticed it? Well, it was bright green. That's how.
Gently putting it back inbetween the door and the frame I guesstimated the height that Lusseria used.
It wasn't till after I got back from my fabulous sister date hours later that I heard them speaking of my cake.
"VOOIII! WHOSE THE DUMBASS SHIT-PIE WHO LEFT THIS CAKE FOR BOSS?!" Shrieked out the voice that belonged to swordsman.
"Trash, give me back my cake." Came the gravely voice of the Alamo.
"LIKE HELL I WILL YOU PIECE OF SHIT! IT COULD BE POISONED FOR ALL I CARE! WE JUST GOT YOU BACK!" He yelled back.
"Awww, Squa-chan! It's from the lovely girl who dropped by yesterday asking for help! There's a note from her right here!" Exclaimed the green-haired man while twirling around I bet.
"Ushishishi, the maid-in-waiting left a love note? This Prince is finding her most amusing." Admitted the little Prince.
'I'M GOING TO FIND THAT PIECE OF TRASH AND GET RID OF HER!" Roared the shark.
"It'll cost you to find her Squalo." Came the soft manly voice of the Evil Frump.
"THIS ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR BOSS!" Hollered out the semi-deepish voice of the Umbrella-lover.
"TRASH! GIVE ME MY CAKE! I CAN SMELL QUALITY RUM IN THERE!" Yowled out the Boss.
Yes boys and girls, I made dear Xan a rum cake that will be excellent coffee cake three days down the road if there's any leftovers. Wonder if being called a maid-in-waiting is bad thing or a good thing according to Bel?