A Good Girl
"It's K-Kyoko…Kyoko Sasagawa." The orangenette muttered hesitantly while the white haired boy only grinned wider.
"Since you're EXTREMELY new here, do you want me to show you around?!" The white head said as he pumped his fist to the air energetically.
"N-No…" Kyoko replied but soon noticed his smile turning into a frown. The orangenette immediately waved her hands frantically, hoping that Ryohei wouldn't feel disappointed with her answer.
"I-It's not that I don't want to…it's just that I'm w-waiting for—" The orange haired teen was about to speak when she stopped on her tracks, making the soon-to-be-boxer raise a brow questioningly.
'I'm waiting…for who?...Okaa-san and….Otou-san?'
Kyoko bit her lips as she remembered what happened just the day before. People dressed in black overalls she didn't know were there slowly bowing to the two 'wooden rectangular crates' that contained her parents as a sign of respect.
'I'm so stupid...they'll never come back for me…'
The little orange haired teen felt a pang of sadness as she gripped the fabric of her shirt unconsciously.
'Because Otou-san and Okaa-san are…'
"Gone…" Kyoko whispered to herself as she felt hot tears dripping down to the back of her hands.
"T-They left me behind…" The orange haired teen sniffed as her lips quivered while the boy remained silent. It was normal for kids who're new in the orphanage to throw tantrums or cry out for their parents and he knew that nothing he says will ever make them forget about the way their parents had left them in the orphanage…
"Please don't cry…" He murmured, not knowing what else to say to the orange haired teen. Kyoko flinched as she was brought back from her thoughts.
"S-Sorry for suddenly crying, I-I…" She stuttered, not knowing that the boy didn't mean to make her remember all those bitter memories.
Don't hate me.
"Is she their daughter? Oh my…having to take care of their child even with such horrible debts…it must've been hard on them."
'I'm sorry…for being a burden.'
The white head was abandoned by his parents since he was just an infant. He wouldn't know how to comfort her since he'd never felt how it feels to lose one's parents. Ryohei clenched his hands to fists, hating himself for not being able to stop the new girl from crying.
How many times had she reminded herself not to cry?
How long had she blamed herself for her parent's death?
Why didn't those selfish adults understand how much pain she's in?
"They're not gone." Ryohei stated firmly as the orange haired teen snapped her head up at him, wondering about what he said.
"W-What?" She choked out between sobs and sniffs.
"Your otou-san and okaa-san….they'll always be with you!" The white head said as he smiled confidently at her before he continued. "Once you love someone, they'll never be completely gone. You might not see them…but they'll be watching over you to make sure that you're EXTREMELY happy and safe!"
"R-Really?" Kyoko said as tears stopped forming from her honey browns.
"Also, you don't need to worry about being lonely." Ryohei said as he squatted down to her eye level, making her blink as he grinned brightly at her.
"Because from now on, I'll be your EXTREME brother!"
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She was 10 and he was 11 when the orange haired teen had a new family member: an extreme and boxing-lover brother. Two years passed and the grey-haired boy stood in front of her sister with a frown which was unusual for her cheery brother.
"Onii-chan…you'll be back….right?" the little orange haired teen gripped the hem of her skirt as she bit her lips.
"Of course, Kyoko!" Ryohei said assumingly as he pumped his fist to the air with his signature smile.
"You're my EXTREME sister so I know you'll be fine." Ryohei patted her head softly to assure her but froze the next moment when he noticed her caramels starting to brim with tears.
"K-Kyoko…" Ryohei frowned. He didn't want to part with her either. He knew that one of them would get adopted sooner or later but the boxer just never thought that he would have to leave his sister.
However, the extreme grey head was surprised the next moment as Kyoko shook her head and said. "No…I'm fine, onii-chan."
"When I'm sad…I'll smile instead." She said with a childlike grin, "Because otou-san, okaa-san…and onii-san will get worried!"
The 11-year old widened his eyes at his sister's words and the next thing he knew, tears formed in his grey orbs. Yes, he knew it wasn't an 'extreme' thing to do…but what kind of brother wouldn't if his dear sister say such things?!
"You're really an EXTREMELY good girl!" Ryohei said as he wrapped his arms around his sister who giggled at her brother's actions.
"Someday…I'll be able to take care of you like a real family!" He told her reassuringly. "When you're lonely or troubled… I'll extremely come right back to you, okay?!" The grey haired boy pulled back and said to her with a grin as Kyoko could only nod at him with a soft smile spreading over her lips. The soon-to-be boxer then retreated to the back seat of the black coloured, elegant looking car. Kyoko glance back at the owner of the orphanage. Luce-san was talking with a man with blonde hair. She figured that he must be the person who is going to take care of her brother from now on and so, she watched him curiously as he made his way towards her direction. However, she didn't expect the stranger to kneel down on one knee and pat her head gently.
"Take care of yourself, little one. Your brother really worries about you a lot….and that 'boy' too." The blonde trailed off as he mentioned the 'boy'. Kyoko blinked as she doesn't remember anyone related to this suit wearing ojii-san. The man merely smiled in return but she'd noticed that his smile was bitter and filled with sadness.
"Ojii-san…why do you look so sad?" The orange haired teen blurted out innocently and he widened his eyes, wondering how such a small child could ever be so sharp. A slight smile formed on his lips as he found her caring nature amusing. Even towards a stranger like him, she was still kind...and was somehow familiar to 'her'….
"You…will meet him again one day."
The blonde changed the topic as he muttered under his breath.
"At that time, I can only hope that the two of you will make the right choice…."
"Hmm...given your circumstances, I understand why you feared for her safety." Reborn said calmly as he sipped on his espresso. "It seems that the Vongola had recognized you for your potential of being the Decimo's sun guardian even back then."
"I thought that she would be involved with the mafia if I returned to her…but I was EXTREMELY wrong!" The sun guardian said as his hands balled to fist. "This morning, I finally had the guts to ask someone who worked in the orphanage but she said that Kyoko already left a long time ago!"
"Kyoko wouldn't have left unless something EXTREMELY bad had happened to her!" Ryohei said as he stood abruptly, "A-and I couldn't be there like how I promised…I have no right to be her EXTREME brother!"
Reborn glanced at the brunet who kept silent the whole time, seemingly to be in deep thoughts about Ryohei's story. The demon tutor didn't miss it though: the way his grip on the glass of water was threatening it to crack.
That stupid, no good student of mine…
"But you didn't even have the guts to send a letter to her? Or maybe a call?" Reborn asked out of the blue as he snapped his head at the sun guardian which made Ryohei unsteady, putting his palm over the side of his head at the sudden realization.
Facepalm.
"Yep, I'm still not surprised that you're not related to Kyoko-chan." Byakuran said as he popped another marshmallow in his mouth before leaning to his side towards the brunet.
"The dense part is the same though…" He muttered as if it was the biggest secret in the world while Tsuna rolled his eyes at him.
"I like every part of her, alright?" Tsuna muttered out, making sure that the 'overprotective onii-chan' wouldn't be able to hear him talking about his sister that way. The marshmallow freak was silent for a while and Tsuna glance at him, only to find a stupidly fake frown spreading over his face.
"Tsunayoshi-kun.…I worry about you." Byakuran said as he sighed like a worried parent over his teenage son's love life.
Is he thinking that he's stupid or something…?
Wait, what's with that 'I'm-looking-at-a-helpless-fool-in-love' look?
"Well, I do admit that she's an interesting girl though~" Byakuran sang, remembering his first meeting with the orange haired teen.
Twitch.
"And also, she's—…Tsunayoshi-kun…..stop glaring at me, I won't give you any of my marshmallows even if you beat me up, just so you know…." The marshmallow addict said in a serious tone as he held his bag of marshmallows closer to him and away from the snapping brunet.
Who the hell wants your goddamn marshmallows?!
Tsuna ruffled his hair in annoyance as he tried to distract himself from the urge to punch the white haired mafia boss square in the face; he has more important things to deal with now than an oversized kid with marshmallow needs.
"Ryohei-san, don't worry about Kyoko. I'll….talk to her." The decimo said as he stood up from his seat.
"But I—" Ryohei was about to speak when he was interrupted by his boss.
"I can still fix things between you two….I have to." Tsuna mumbled to himself as he narrowed his eyes while his tutor tipped his fedora down to cover his onyx irises.
"What if she extremely won't listen to you?" Ryohei said, knowing how stubborn her sister could be and after all he'd done…it won't be easy to convince her.
"It'll be fine." Tsuna reassured with a smile at the boxer as he opened the door. A soft mumble came from him as a devious grin flashed on his lips unnoticed by everyone in the room.
"…Because I can always make her listen to me."
Chrome continued to fix her gaze at the blue-haired illusionist as he widened his eyes at the girl's sudden outburst. He opened his mouth, only to close it back the next second as he couldn't think of anything to say. What could he tell her anyway? That it was because she no longer needs him? That sounds so lame... he doesn't want to spill those painful words out to her, but he did.
"Because I detest the current you." It was true in a sense. That was what the pineapple haired illusionist said to convince himself. Mukuro watched as Chrome flinched from his words and he took the chance to continue.
"Do you think that I have not realized it?" He said sternly, referring to the fact that he knew that she was strong enough by her own now to be able to create her own organs. She'd even been unconsciously replacing her own organs without herself noticing. It was her own body that accepted its owner's illusions instead of his. Still, she should've felt that something was wrong…that the illusions he'd used to tie her down as a puppet was completely gone without a trace from her body. He had no reasons to keep her with him now that he has his own body too.
But…why did she lied about it then?
"If that is what you want…" Chrome whispered as the hold on her trident loosened.
"I-If you hate me so much and I am but a mere, useless tool to you…" The purple haired illusionist muttered as she bit her lips, tears threatening to slip off her violets. However, she couldn't seem even weaker by crying right before him now.
'That I am not even worthy enough to be by your side…'
She needs to prove to him that she is able to be by her own!
"T-Then I don't need Mukuro-sama either!" Chrome blurted out as the pineapple head blinked in confusion.
That…certainly wasn't what he expected to hear…
She was the same girl who would always follow him around and looking up to him with admiration but he felt something different in her violets. It was… determination?
The purple headed illusionist took her ex-master's silence as an approval. She raised an arm and took off the clip that held her hair in the same hairstyle as him as a mark that her life belonged to her master. Her flowing, purple locks fell to her gentle shoulders; complimenting her sweet face while the pineapple head could only stare as he had once again been rendered speechless by her.
Why was it that she always finds a way to make him lose his words?
Surely, it has never happened to him before so…why now?
Chrome turned on her heel without a word and stepped out of the training room, leaving the pineapple head to think for himself. All of a sudden, he began to ruffle his blue locks, groaning in frustration as the illusionist wrecked his brain for a reason on why he had acted so stupidly unlike his usual cunning and calculative self.
"What in the world...had just happened?" Mukuro mumbled as he sighed. Wasn't it a good thing that she finally left him? That was what he wanted after all. The pineapple head swore that after all those cycles of hell he'd gone through…this particular purple head was the only one who managed to mess his mind.
Oh, the irony after all that he'd done to god-knows-how-many-victims...literally of course.
"Still, there must be something wrong with me lately…" The mist guardian muttered as he placed a hand on his chin, thinking through on what exactly is the problem. That is, until he realized that everything clicked onto place with only one answer…
"No…it can't be…." Mukuro gritted his teeth, he may not accept it but he is no fool to not notice it.
Him falling for a mere puppet…a tool?!
How preposterous!
He knew that such feelings could make anyone weaker and besides, he could never make her happy so what was the point of having affections for her in the first place?
Yet….here he is, yearning for her to return back to his side. The image of her with her hair down replaying in his mind, he had to admit that Chrome was no longer the girl he'd found years ago.
"Nagi…" The illusionist whispered.
A 13-year-old girl hastily zipped her hooded jacket as she grabbed all of the things she needs and threw them in the small bag.
"Kyoko-chan, are you really leaving?" Luce said worriedly as she watched the teen almost jump from her voice.
"Yes, Luce-san." The orange haired girl said with a sad smile on her face. "I know that the debt collectors have found me…they've been coming here for the past few days right?"
"But that's—" The green haired lady tried to reason with the teen but she shook her head in reply, telling the woman who'd been taking care of her that she had made up her mind.
"No, it's fine. I'll leave before they find me." Kyoko said as she carefully took a framed photograph of her parents then placed it in the bag. "I don't want to trouble you after all you've done for me, Luce-san."
"What about…your 'brother'?" Luce asked and Kyoko flinched as she remembered about the boxer.
"I'm tired of waiting for an 'onii-chan' who breaks his promises..." The girl replied as she rubbed the tears forming on the corner of her eyes before turning around and pulling the hood of her clothes on; hiding her face and signature orange locks.
"Thank you for everything." Kyoko bowed to the owner of the orphanage as the arcobaleno bit her lips, feeling helpless for not being able to assist the teen who had gone through so much. The orange haired teen dashed out of the place she'd called 'home' for the last three years and saw two rough looking men making their way towards the orphanage; the rain dripping on her clothes from the darkening sky. Kyoko gripped the handle of her bag and looked up at them for a second, giving them a glance of her honey browns as they widened their eyes.
"It's that girl!" One of them screamed as he pointed at the orange haired teen who ran as fast as she could. She couldn't have them thrashing up her 'home' when they've lost their patience. Kyoko gasped as she went to one of the alleyways and held her bag close to her, hoping that the debt collectors wouldn't find her. Luckily, they lost sight of her due to the rain that was hitting harshly against their faces.
"She's gone…look around and find her! That girl wouldn't be able to get far away from here!" The man barked as he passed the alleyway in search for the missing orange haired teen. Kyoko sighed and let out a breath she unconsciously held back, her back sliding against the wall as she buried her face on her knees.
"When you're lonely or troubled… I'll extremely come right back to you, okay?!"
"…Onii-chan." The girl murmured as she waited for a few seconds, only to have more water hitting against her frail figure curled up on the concrete. She was being stupid, she knew, but somehow she wished that someone….anyone could save her from all this.
"You liar…" Kyoko whispered as she felt hot tears streaming down her cheeks.
The orange haired teen sighed as she stared up at the ceilings. It's been a few minutes since she woke up and it all just came rushing back to her as soon as her head clears up. She couldn't believe it. She tried many times to reassure herself that it was just a dream but failed as it was in fact the reality that she didn't know how to deal with the most.
Her 'brother' has returned.
Kyoko frowned as she remembered the way she screamed at her 'brother' and the surprised look spread over his face.
Was I…too harsh on him?
The teen shook her head as she pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind.
No…he deserved it.
He should have known about what happened to her and her relatives before; those people who chose not to even spare a thought on her knowing her debt. She couldn't forgive anyone who betrayed her trust so easily and Ryohei was not an exception. Slowly, she closed her eyes, various thoughts going through her mind.
"Maybe…I'm just scared that he…would abandon me again…" Kyoko whispered to herself.
But was that it? Is this what she wanted?
For her to lose the only chance to have someone to fill up the space created from the loss of her parents as her only caring relatives…
"Kyoko, are you awake?" A voice spoke as a series of knocks was heard from the door. Kyoko almost jumped as she pulled the blankets over her head instinctively.
'Wait…what am I even hiding for?'
But somehow, a part of her refused to reconfirm the familiar voice of a certain brunet and even more so as she heard a sigh from him as soon as he opened the door. A blush crept up her cheeks as she realized how childish she must've looked like right now but still… she really can't face him after all that. The bed sunk slightly to the side, indicating that the decimo made himself comfortable by sitting on her bed, obviously not getting the hint that she only wanted her much needed and appreciated space!
Come to think of it...what was she panicking for in the first place?
Maybe it's because of what happened this morning..
Kyoko did a mind-slap as she cursed herself inwardly for remembering such things.
"Are you feeling better now?" Tsuna asked worriedly and she couldn't help but answer him with the tone full of sincerity he used.
"I'm fine…pervert." Kyoko whispered.
"What? You're still mad about what happened this morning?" the young Mafioso asked playfully while Kyoko wondered on why he just have to bring that up again….that jerk.
"You stole my first kiss…" the orange haired teen replied timorously as she pouted.
"Oh and the second time too." He pointed out and soon, the orange haired teen pushed the covers down just below her eyes to attempt a glare at the young Mafioso.
"If It makes you feel better, it was my second and third." He jovially said, saying it in a tone like it's the most normal thing in the word.
"….Who's the first?" Kyoko asked sincerely, hiding the curiosity in her voice of course. Tsuna gaze at her for a while, as if wondering about something while the orange haired teen was getting uncomfortable with the silence as he watched her.
"W-What?" The orange haired teen said hesitantly as the brunet still had his chocolate browns fixed on her.
"…Are you that curious to know about my first kiss?" He said as a smirk crept up on his lips, making her twitch in irritation.
"In your dreams." Kyoko sulked and hid herself back under the covers.
'On second thought…that might not have been a good thing to say. I'd probably just made her angrier if possible...'
"Kyoko, listen to me." The brunet stated, now in a serious tone.
"….I don't want to." Kyoko muttered out since she knew that her 'brother' had probably spilled everything to the brunet. The room fell silent as Tsuna thought of a way to convince the other teen. All he knew was that he have to fix this no matter what and since she'd already labelled him as a 'pervert'...he will pretend as one if he need to.
"….Fine." The young Mafioso breathed out as if in defeat.
Kyoko peeked through the blankets, thinking that he'd given up. She let out a squeak instead when the brunet's face was close to hers with his hand propped to the side of her head; preventing her from escaping.
"Either you listen or we both shut up and continue where we left off this morning." The young Mafioso pointed out in an 'as-a matter-of-fact' way. Her honey brown hues narrowed at him daringly.
"You wouldn't—" Kyoko muttered from under her covers but was interrupted as he gently pressed his lips against the thin fabric over her mouth. Caramel orbs widened as she felt the warmth over her lips leaving her as he pulled back.
"Next time….I'm going to do it for real." The brunet said warningly while the other teen was still gawking over what happened.
"Oh, and that wasn't counted with this thing still here." Kyoko flinched as she felt the blanket being tugged by no other than that perverted jerk (it's what she calls him when she's pissed). It was currently her only protection against the pervert, by the way.
"So…here goes for your third, real time~" The brunet emphasized as his chocolate browns flutter half close with his whispers, "….If you even want to still count after this, that is…."
"W-Wait" she whimpered in a panicked way, her face tinted red as she tried to avoid his gaze which she failed to do so seeing there's not even any space for her to move her head.
"Then push me away." Tsuna simply whispered but she could see the seriousness in his eyes daring her to do as he says. If only she would just give up on being stubborn and listen to him...but no, the orange haired teen only flustered when his face got closer and closer until she could feel his breath against her lips. The brunet paused as he felt her soft hands on his shoulder in a weak attempt to push him away but the way she bit her rosy lips told him otherwise.
Was it because of her kindness that she couldn't or…could he hold onto the hope that she was starting to return his feelings?
But it doesn't matter now as of now, he could only hear the fast thumping of his heart.
Or maybe it was also hers? He might never know.
Still, he had given her a chance to deny him.
Ahh...it's happening again...
The brunet thought as he moved his hand to gently caress her cheek, making the orange haired teen stop her struggles as she shut her eyes and gripped on his shirt; a faint blush spreading over her clear cheeks. Her actions, the way she smiled or blushed...it was messing with his mind.
The young mafioso fluttered his chocolate browns close, finding himself wanting to have that sweet taste of her lips again before he suddenly felt something smacked over his mouth…it was…
…Her palm.
"I-I'll listen!" Kyoko flustered while the young Mafioso blinked as he realized that he'd forgotten the reason on why he'd tried to kiss her in the first place. 'Tried' had almost became reality because of his stupid mind deciding to betray him and leaving him as nothing but an idiot in love; or so the marshmallow freak had said. As much as he doesn't want to admit it, the white headed, marshmallow-loving psychopath was...(damn it!)...right. It was hard for the brunet to say but still...curse the marshmallow freak! He wish he would die from choking too many marshmallows!.
That aside, all reasons are forgotten almost immediately once it was something related to her and he himself couldn't deny it.
Tsuna sighed inwardly, the things that she does with his mind… it still surprises him even till today. He looked down at her and couldn't help but wonder if she was even trying to tempt him, the way her soft fingers left his mouth gracefully as a bright blush was present her face; her sweet honey browns that batted away from him shyly and how defenseless she looked in front of him when he himself couldn't be sure of what he might do the next second.
Why is he the only one noticing all these anyway?
The young Mafioso pulled back and smiled as he patted her head when she sat on the bed. The pout forming on her face only made him chuckled even more.
"Good girl."
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Two kids were seated on the park bench, her little hands were busy bandaging the his bruised hand. A faint blush was present on his cheek as he tried very hard not to stare at the her.
"Geez, Tsu-kun. You should be more careful next time…" Kyoko frowned.
Tsuna pursed his lips, he couldn't tell her that he didn't really hurt himself but was rather hurt during his mafia related training. Silence ensued as she was focused on rolling the bandage securely around his arm.
"Sorry..." Tsuna muttered when he was reminded on how he even got injured in the first place. He was training with Reborn, insisting that he wanted to do the same training as the other mafioso kids. He knew that his tutor was the best and that he'd always trained him harder than anyone else. Yet, he'd once again failed his tutor and...himself. Chocolate brown eyes fell to the ground at the thought.
"Maybe I'm just a no-good after all…"
Kyoko stopped her work and looked at her friend, she frowned at his words. She didn't want him to say 'sorry' or talk about how 'no-good' he is.
"Tsu-kun, it's alright. It wasn't your fault."
She tried to lift up his spirits but he only seemed even more sad instead. Kyoko shifted her head around, trying to find something to cheer her friend up with when suddenly, an idea popped in her mind as she left her seat and stood infront of him. Tsuna winched as he could feel her eyes staring down at him. He wondered if she is angry at him for being so negative even though she had repeatedly tried to prove him otherwise.
"K-Kyoko—"
The little brunet was about to apologize when his thoughts were cut off by a pair of soft lips brushing with his. It only lasted for a second but enough for him to realize what his mind couldn't comprehend. Tsuna merely gawked dumbly as she pulled back. He expected her to say something or an explanation but instead, the clueless girl just gave a bright, sweet smile instead.
Tsuna felt heat creeping up his cheeks up to the tips of his ears.
"H-HIEEEE!"
He gave out an oh-so-manly scream and stumbled back from his swing, causing the back of his head to meet with the ground with a loud 'thud'. The little mafioso brought a hand up to care for his hurting head as he bit his lip, fighting the urge to cry in front of the her.
"T-Tsu-kun! Are you alright?"
Kyoko asked worriedly as she knelt down next to him. The brunet's could only make out stutters in reply.
"K-K-Kyoko-chan…W-What did you just…?"
She blinked in return before realizing what he meant.
"Oh, it's what mommy and daddy do everyday before he leaves for work. He always looks happier every time she does that and I was just thinking that you look really sad…" Her lips formed a smile. "I wanted you to cheer up Tsu-kun!
Tsuna widened his eyes as he averted his chocolate browns away from hers. He brought a hand to cover his lips.
So she doesn't even know what she's doing huh…?
A-And I'm pretty sure it's her first too…
"T-Thank you, Kyoko-chan."
Not knowing what to say, Tsuna decided to thank her instead. Surprisingly, it did manage to cheer him up. Tsuna grinned sheepishly. Kyoko nodded in return, happy to be able to help him. A thought came to his mind.
"B-But umm…d-don't do that again okay?"
"D-Did it not work? Or maybe you hate it after all..?" Kyoko asked, worry written on her face.
"N-No! T-That's not it, Kyoko-chan!" The little brunet waved his hand frantically. "I'm happy, I really am.'
B-but…I might really die next time….
The brunet grabbed the fabric over his chest where his heart was still beating like there's no tomorrow as she giggled in return.
A/N: The 6996 will be delayed to a later chapterwhich is why this fic will be a 699618 starting form next-next chapter as requested by 'ThePicturesqueSkyline' (I told the readers I accept requests right? :T).
Secondly, I know that this fic is is supposed to be a 'Humour' but it will be getting even more angsty and dramatic from now on...especially when I start on Tsuna's past. Also, there'll be more plot twists. I just want the readers to know that I'm not planning to write a shallow and plain story with no fixed storyline. Still, I'll try to add in humour when I can and so I hope the readers understands... :T
Extra Corner
"So…dame-Tsuna…"
The hitman started off as he sat on the sofa while the brunet…was left sitting on the cold floor. The brunet shivered in fear as he swore that he's going to start hyperventilating soon by the mere presence of the demon tutor. Who knows what other 'training' he's going to make him do!?
" I heard that you have a...little crush on a girl?"
Reborn said with a devilish smirk while the brunet paled. Tsuna's hands balled to quivering fists as the image of the smiling orange haired teen flashed in his mind.
" D-Don't do anything to Kyoko-chan, R-Reborn…"
Reborn widened his onyx orbs, he most certainly hadn't expected his dame student to talk back to him so daringly. A smirk graced his lips as it seems that he might have just found a way for his hopeless student to stop being so 'dame'….
"And why should I listen to you?"
The demon tutor said as he casually took out his beloved gun. Tsuna was inwardly screaming as he eyed the deadly weapon.
"P-Please?" The little brunet squeaked in fear as he fought the urge to cry.
Facepalm.
No, not really, Reborn just twitched an eye before sighing at the pathetic being he called his 'student' while rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Dame-Tsuna…" The hitman muttered dangerously in between his gritted teeth and pointed at the eight year old who flinched in return. "I will tell you….how to get that girl."
Tsuna's jaw dropped, "…EHHH?!"
"A good Mafioso must have the charms to capture the heart of any woman he lays his eyes on." He explained.
The eight year old fidgeted on his seat before he spoke, "I-Isn't that a little—"
Soon, the sounds of gunfire and a high pitched 'HIEEE' could be heard.
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The brunet panicked as he was now alone with the orange haired teen at the usual place: Namimori park. Usually, he would just tell her about his torturous trainings with Reborn (excluding the things related to the mafia of course) but something was bothering him this time….That's right, it was Reborn's so-called 'advice'.
The hottest hitman alive (damn right he is), Reborn-sama's advice: Flirt with her!
'I don't care if it's her hair, eyes or whatever. Just compliment that girl on what you like about her, dame-Tsuna.'
Well…that was…
…Easy for him to say! Damn it, he doesn't even know the first thing about flirting!
Tsuna glance at the orange haired teen who was smiling as she held a flower she picked not long ago. He continued to stare at her, noticing how she tugged a loose strand of her orange locks behind her ear as the wind blew against her. That was when the young Mafioso realized something. Maybe…it's not that he doesn't know what to say…it's that everything about her just seemed so…so..
"Perfect…"
Kyoko blinked and tilted her head to face the brunet. "Tsu-kun, did you just say something?"
"E-Eh?" Tsuna said as he snapped out of his trance. His mind raced as the orange haired teen continued to look at him curiously.
"T-the sun is so dark today isn't it?! Hahaha!…haha…" The brunet laughed awkwardly as he scratched the back of his head. Wait a minute…
"Did I just say that the sun is d-dark?! I m-meant the sky! Yeah, it's so cold right now it might start snowing soon a-and—"
"Tsu-kun..." Kyoko interrupted.
Tsuna flinched as he slowly looked at his crush. "Y-Yes?"
"It's sunny right now and…we're still in the middle of the year so there won't be any...snow…" Kyoko trailed off.