Thank you WeirdWisher for telling me how to do the line-break thingy, let's hope it works!
For those of you wondering about a reunion fic, it'll probably happen eventually; I just want to add a few more chapters to this so I can have a few OC's that have already met Tsuna before and know that he's someone important.
As for timelines, the first two chapters happened sometime between 8 to 10 years later, this one happened 6 years later. From now on I'll add the estimated timeline for each chapter.
*There may exist a parallel world where I own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. This, however, is not it.*
I think that's everything... On to the story!
Kurosawa Hibiki sighed tiredly; working as a waiter in a restaurant in one of the most successful, fancy, and expensive hotels in Japan was hard, even if it was only part time and during vacations. Sure it was to help pay for his higher education but that didn't mean that he had to like it!
The hotel attracted rich and powerful people from all over the world, and the restaurant was famous for it's delicious cuisine, welcoming atmosphere, and excellent service.
One of the requirements for working there was being fluent in several languages; Hibiki was glad that his parents made him learn Spanish and French when he was younger (because two of his parents' relatives married men from those countries and wanted him to be able to interact with them easily), since it helped him get the job; which paid really well.
It was the start of spring break, meaning that schools had let out and many students were enjoying their freedom before the new school year begins.
It also means that many foreigners are coming to enjoy the Japanese spring, and that the hotel and restaurant were more crowded than usual.
Having so many people that were used to quick and excellent service meant extra staff working in order to keep up, extra staff working meant it was hard to move quickly while holding full trays without dropping something. So far that has not happened, until another waiter bumped into Hibiki, causing his hold on the carefully balanced (full and heavy) tray to waver.
He somehow managed to keep everything from spilling on the floor, or worst on a costumer, but the wine bottle he had tipped off the side and started falling.
Hibiki felt like he watching things happen in slow motion; the wine bottle was on a direct course to crashing on a customer's shoulder and he had no way to stop it.
Suddenly a hand appeared in his line of sight and deftly caught the bottle before any harm could occur.
"Thank you!" Hibiki gratefully exclaimed, looking at a familiar looking slim brunet man that caught the wine, momentary forgetting that the man probably didn't understand Japanese.
"It's alright," the young man replied in perfect, unaccented Japanese, but before he could say anything else a voice interrupted in Italian, sounding angry.
"Watch where you're going idiota!" a black haired, olive-skinned middle-aged man, dressed in an expensive looking suit yelled at Hibiki, before noticing his puzzled expression and continuing in heavily accented English, "Are you stupid? I expected better service from this place!"
"There's no need for such crude remarks, is there?" the brown haired man asked the other in perfect English, Hibiki couldn't help but notice that his suit was more expensive than the other man, and that he seemed more powerful despite being younger.
Apparently the olive-skinned man agreed, because he paled slightly when he looked at the other, who narrowed his eyes before continuing in Italian, "Such actions are unbecoming Don Acerbi, these people are doing their best, and they are clearly tired and overworked." the man then smiled, but the dark aura he emitted didn't escape anyone. "There was no harm done, so you're outburst wasn't necessary, right?" He said cheerfully in English, thought his voice managed to sound cold somehow.
Don Acerbo nodded, having recognised the ring the brown headed man was wearing, marking him as the young Vongola Decimo; he had heard of the young man's power and authority, and of how terrifying he was when angered. To put it simply he was afraid of Decimos' fury.
Hibiki noticed that some of the table's other occupants looked either scared of the young man or in awe of him, but the majority looked outraged at the way he had spoken to the older, and so did the men dressed in black suits that were near them who were moving towards the (seemingly clueless) brunet with tangible killing intent-probably his bodyguards.
Before the guards could reach the young Don, one of Acerbo's companions, a younger man who had fair skin and blonde hair, opened his mouth-most likely to yell at the youth, which made Acerbo turn to him in what looked like horror and whisper frantically in Italian, hoping that the other Don won't hear him. Whatever he said caused the angry men and women to look at unassuming man in fear.
The brunet obviously heard what the man said, as evident by his smirk as he turned to place the wine bottle that Hibiki nearly forgot about back on the tray.
Unbeknown to Hibiki, their small interaction had drawn the attention of many people, workers and guests alike, who all turned back to mind their own business as the brunet turned his gaze to the rest of the room. Another waiter that Hibiki recognised as Yamazaki Katsurou, that served mostly infuncional Italian customers, turned to the deceivingly meek-looking guest with a stunned look on his face (he didn't hear what the man said to his companions, but he heard the brunet interaction with him and Hibiki-he didn't know the man spoke Japanese) and was about to direct him to his table, when the man interrupted him, while looking at Hibiki's name tag (that also displayed what languages he spoke), "Would it be possible for Kurosawa-san attend me and my guests tonight as well? one of my companions tonight is originally French and I know he would like it if he got to speak his mother tongue."
"Of course, sir!" Yamazaki hurriedly assured and quickly instructed Hibiki to deliver his load to it's destination and inform the manager that he will be assisting him, and then to head to one of the small private dining rooms.
Hibiki left to do as he was told, all the while trying to figure out why the guest looked familiar, a thought came to him but he immediately dismissed it-it couldn't be him, a no-good like him wouldn't have made it this far, and not in such a short time. Right?
When he made it to the room Yamazaki told him to head to he found two scary-looking men wearing black suits guarding the room. The two gave him a quick glance before allowing him to enter the room.
There he found the young man sitting at a table set for four people waiting. Hibiki wondered who was brave enough to make such a powerful (having glimpsed a small amount of said power when he was talking to the other Don) individual waiting.
His questions were soon answered when another guard guided three children to the room, and then standing guard near the window.
The three children-two European boys and a Chinese girl, one of the boys looked around fifteen, the other and the girl looked around eleven-smiled widely when they saw the young man, who returned their smiles with just as joyful before standing up to greet them, but he was interrupted as the three threw themselves on him, tackling him to the floor with a happy cry of "Tsuna-Nii".
Hibiki froze when he heard the name, Tsuna, he couldn't be Dame-Tsuna, could he? All colour drained from his face when he remembered how he used to take his frustrations from school and his family on him.
Tsuna, having untangled himself from his siblings' grasp, and was now seated around the table with them, notices Hibiki going pale and smirked (Reborn was rubbing off on him), he recognised the other as one of his most hated and frequent former-bullies and wanted some revenge, 'So Kurosawa finally realized who I am?'.
Tsuna decided to ignore him until he snaps out of his shock; after all what fun would it be if he confirmed his suspicion while the man was still in shock? (Reborn was definitely rubbing off on him). So he turned his attention to his siblings; his revenge could wait for a bit.
"So, how was the school year? And how was graduation, Fuuta? Sorry I missed it."
Hibiki tried to gather his composure before the group was ready to order, and somehow managed it.
Tsuna, when he noticed that Hibiki was looking better, gestured to him to approach them, then gestured to the oldest of the children, Hibiki understood that he was the one he was asked here for. The three watched their older brother curiously, wondering what was planning; they did not fail to notice the hint of mischievousness in his eyes that made them slightly wary (he did spend a lot of time with Reborn when he was growing up).
Tsuna turned to Fuuta, "I know you don't get to speak French often, so I asked for a waiter that understood it so you could talk in your native language." Fuuta's eyes lit up when he heard that, looking eager to once again speak in his native tongue. "Kurosawa-san, you'll be serving Fuuta tonight." the Don said to his former-bully.
"Yes, sir…" Hibiki trailed off.
"Sawada Tsunayoshi, don't you remember?"
"Ehh?" 'It couldn't be…'
"My name," Tsuna said innocently, "is Sawada Tsunayoshi, we went to junior high together, we were in the same class. Don't you remember me Kurosawa-san? Perhaps you remember me better as Dame-Tsuna?"
It was clear to the three Vongola children that their brother was enjoying Hibiki's discomfort and fear. They sweat-dropped as they noticed the sadistic gleam in his eyes.
They blamed Reborn.
The ending feels rushed, but I didn't know how to continue. Overall, this is not my favorite chapter, I feel like it didn't turn out as well as I had hoped.
Acerbi: From Italian acerbo meaning "bitter, harsh, severe". At least according to a website called Behind the Name.
I sorta have an idea for next chapter, and so far it might involve Xanxus, but beyond that I have nothing, so if you want me to include a specific character, or have an idea that you want to see happen in the story, let me know.
Until next time.
RogueMagic