I'm back! Sorry for taking so long.
I must have written and rewritten this chapter half a dozen times and I'm still not entirely satisfied with it (Xanxus was hard to write), but I'll probably never will, so I need to post it and start working on the next one.
I forgot to say this in the last chapter, but I always had this headcanon that Fuuta was either French, or his family moved from France to Italy but they still spoke french in home, so that was his native language (Le Petit Prince Fuuta, anyone?).
Also, Reborn was supposed to appear but he just wouldn't cooperate!
Timeline: when Tsuna was in first year in highschool (1.5-2 years later)
Normal = Italian
Italics = japanese
Warning, Xanxus and slight OOC.
*Last I checked, I did not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.*
Ichirou Takeda, a young, dark haired, brown eyed, Japanese boy in his first year of highschool was walking lesourlesly in the early-afternoon winter streets of Sicily, Italy. His father used to work for one of the Vongola's companies in Japan in the marketing department, but he got a promotion nearly six months ago, and now he is a marketing manager in one of the company's main branches in Sicily. His parents had little to no trouble with the move to Italy, what with both of them being fluent in Italian since they were in college, and his mother, being a vet, found a job close to their new home easily.
Ichirou was the only one who had to deal with difficulties from the move; though he had been studying Italian for most of his life (on his father's insistence), he sometimes had trouble with the language. In addition to that, he had to leave his friends behind (something he was still a little sour about), and though he could talk to them frequently and had always managed to gain friends quickly, going through the hassle of being the new kid and not knowing anyone was annoying and he had to suffer for the first few weeks after moving.
But things had gotten better after he had managed to make friends with some of the kids he had classes with. The youth was on his way to meet them to hang out and kill time since it was winter break, finally. Them meant Agapito and Agata Bellini, who did not look alike despite being twins, Agapito had light blond hair and green eyes and his skin was tanned, while his older sister (by a full seven minutes and twenty-two seconds) had dark brown hair and blue eyes and pale skin, Ciro De Rege, whose naturally light brown hair was streaked with different colours periodically (right now it was neon green) and bright hazel eyes alight with mischievousness, and lastly Mariano Fabbri, an olive skinned youth with dark hair and eyes.
Ichirou saw his friends when he entered the Plaza (thanks to Ciro's hair), and called out to them. The teenagers turned from a poster of an upcoming movie they were looking at to their friend, moving to meet him half-way.
Once they had exchanged greetings, the teens started walking leisurely in the Plaza, taking in the decorations for the holiday season, the colourful shop fronts, and the sight of people enjoying themselves in the cold winter afternoon. They had no real plans for the day; they just wanted a change in scenery and pace before they had to leave to visit different relatives for the holidays.
Ichirou was telling his friends that his parents were planning on returning to Japan to visit their family and wouldn't return until after new-years when something caught his attention, making him pause mid-sentence in shock. Or rather, someone. "It can't be." He whispered softly.
"Ichirou?" Inquired Agata worriedly after sharing a concerned look with her brother and their friends, turning to look at what caught the Japanese boy's' attention. Except they didn't see what might have caused this; the teenager was looking at a veranda of a small coffee shop, it was nearly deserted, with only a brown-haired teenager that looked about their age sitting on one of the tables with a few older men in dark suits occupying some of the surrounding tables. The men had a dangerous aura surrounding them and the Italians couldn't see a way that their Japanese friend could have any relation to them. Plus he seemed to have been gazing at the teenager.
"Ichirou, is something wrong?" The only female in the group tried again, this time with more success.
"Sorry, what?"
"Are you okay?" Started Mariano, "You spaced-out for a bit."
"I'm fine; just surprised to see him," He gestured to the teenager sitting in the coffee shop, "We went to the same middle school, and were in the same class last year."
"Oh, so he was a friend of yours?" Agapito was always hopeful and happy; he reminded Ichirou of Yamamoto Takeshi, a former classmate and a star baseball player, who had a similar easy-going attitude and mannerism.
"Dame-Tsuna?" The boy snorted, "No way!" He then noticed that his friends were looking at him weirdly, "What?"
"Dame-Tsuna…" Ciro tested the unfamiliar words, he felt awkward saying them, "What does that mean?"
"Oh, dame can mean many things in Japanese, but in this case it means useless, and the guy's name is Tsunaki or something. He's had the nickname since kindergarten! Everyone calls him Useless-Tsuna back home because he's useless in everything; school, studying, sports, having a social life, he's bad at everything!"
"Is he really that helpless?" Asked Agata.
"Worse," Ichirou stated, "But this might be fun." He continued while heading towards the brunet with a smirk on his face.
"Oy, Dame-Tsuna!"
Tsuna sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day and it was barely noon, Xanxus was late (big surprise there). Whose bright idea was it for the two them to spend some quality time together (since apparently Xanxus beating him within an inch of his life under the guise of training didn't count)? Oh right, it was Nono; who wanted his heir and adopted son to get along.
It's not that they didn't get along. Quite the contrary, they got along just fine, much to everyone's surprise.
Xanxus, though he would never admit it, had some grudging respect for Tsuna since he beat him during the rings battle. And sometime during Tsuna's last year of middle school the two bosses had reached an understanding and formed a surprising friendship thanks to an incident that neither of them would speak of again. Shortly after that the younger began to refer to the older as Zio, after it slipped once when they were talking and Xanxus insisted that he keep calling him that, and when a guy that scary tells you to call him uncle you do it even if you didn't feel like it; but Tsuna was no longer afraid of the Varia boss, and since he saw Timoteo as a grandfather figure it made sense that he would see Xanxus as an uncle.
The problem wasn't that they didn't get along; it's that they prefered to do it on their own terms. Less chance of property damage and bodily harm that way.
The young Don-to-be entertained himself by watching the people in the Plaza. He was sitting in the veranda of a coffee shop owned by a allied family along with several of Nono's men that were sent there to protect him, and more men were stationed around the Plaza out of sight.
His selected bodyguards (or babysitters, as he referred to them privately) for this outing did not understand Japanese, as per Reborn's insistence, another way to make his student practice his Italian. Tsuna preferred this method to being shot.
Although it was not needed since the boy had taking to the language surprisingly quickly.
The teenager was about to turn to talk with the closest mafioso when a voice ran out in the Plaza.
"Oy, Dame-Tsuna!"
Tsuna blinked and thanked his lucky stars that the mafiosi that accompanied him didn't understand Japanese before turning to the owner of the voice.
He recognized the teenager heading towards him as Takeda Ichirou, a former classmate and bully, and dimly remembered that the boy had moved to Italy after finishing middle school. He did not, however, recognize the group of teenagers that were trailing behind the boy uncertainly. But, since his Intuition did not warn him about them he discreetly gestured to his tense protectors to stand down.
"Takeda-san." The brunette acknowledge.
"So it is you!" Ichirou said with a smirk; thinking that he was going to enjoy humiliating the other boy in front of an audience.
He had certainly missed bullying the brunette.
"What are you doing in Italy, Dame-Tsuna?" Though the black-clad men and Italian teenagers did not understand what was said, it was hard to mess the impudence in his tone, making the men bristle in anger.
Yet they did not dare make a move against a civilian boy, albite a rude one. The young heir would not be pleased with that.
"I don't see how that is any of your business." Tsuna's tone was icy; he had suffered at Takeda's hands since they were kids, the other boy believing himself superior than most because his father worked for Vongola Corporations. But the young Vongola was not taking his abuse, not while they were in Italy, and especially in sicily; the island, whole country even, was practically owned by the Vongola Famiglia, and he was Vongola Tenth. He would not deal with this in his own turf.
"What was that you insolent bastard?!"
Tsuna felt slight anger at the Japanese boy's words, 'I was minding my own business and he insults me and I'm the insolent one?' He thought incredulously. However, before he could he could voice his thoughts someone interrupted.
"There you are Trash!" Xanxus appeared from behind Tsuna, "What's going on here?"
Takeda and the youths that were with him paled at the sight of the Varia Boss, while the addressed boy turned to him, praying that the older man had not heard Takeda insulting Tsuna; the Varia heads had become protective of the young Boss, especially the Ninth's adopted son.
When they weren't attempting to kill him themselves, that is.
One look at Xanxus' eyes showed that he has. The man was enraged, more than he usually was at the prospect of being forced to spend time with Tsuna.
Tsuna hoped to distract the older man from possibly maiming or killing Takeda by getting Xanxus to focus his irritation on him instead. He inwardly winced at the thought, but he could handle his uncle's anger and attacks, a normal civilian boy couldn't.
"Zio." Vongola Decimo greeted softly so only Xanxus would hear, allowing his irritation at the man to show in his voice, "You're late."
The youth noted in dismay that he did not succeed.
Takeda, on the other hand, thought the way the scarred man addressed Tsuna meant that he could continue insulting him (he did not know that when coming from Xanxus and directed at Tsuna, Trash and other similar insults were a form of endearment).
So, despite his fear, the boy smirked, "Trash? That's a fitting title Dame-Tsuna, since you'll probably end up either picking up trash or living in it." He sneered at the horrified teenager; Xanxus was going to kill him then Tsuna.
Xanxus' eyes darkened, and he glared at Takeda, looking like he was about to murder him. The mafiosi surrounding them looked ready to join him if he did.
"Zio! No, Don't!" Tsuna was trying not to panic, thinking of a way to end this, preferably without anyone getting too hurt (he had giving up on no damage occurring at all).
Said man ignored the brunette, "Only I get to call the Trash 'Trash', got that you impudent runt?"
The group of teenagers paled in fear at the venom in the older man's voice, while the men around them seethed, now understanding at least a bit of the interaction.
Tsuna was mildly impressed with how much self restraint Xanxus was showing; he usually would've had his guns out at this point. The man was too trigger happy, like most of Tsuna's friends and family (still, he loved them, craziness violence and all).
But, Tsuna's rotten luck chose that moment to show up and ruin his day even more, since Xanxus did draw his guns when Takeda didn't answer him.
"I said, did you get that?" He hissed, all the while glaring at the terrified teenagers and pointing his weapons at them.
The boys and girl were quick to nod their heads, scared out of their minds.
Tsuna dimly noted that they looked at the brink of wetting themselves as he stood between them and his uncle.
"And I said, DON'T!" The Don-to-be commanded calmly, in what his Guardians referred to as his 'boss voice'.
'Is he crazy?' The Italian kids thought, 'He's going to die!'
Takeda, on the other hand, had his mouth hanging open at the sight of Dame-Tsuna actually standing up to someone and in Italian.
Xanxus, however, was not impressed.
"Get out of the way, Trash."
"No!"
The two Sky wielders stood their ground against each other, neither one willing to back down.
Tsuna was the first to break the staring contest, turning his head to look at the teenagers behind him, "Leave." He ordered them coolly.
Takeda looked like he wanted to object being ordered around by Dame-Tsuna, but his friends didn't need to be told twice; so Ciro and Mariano each took hold hold of one of his arms, cutting off what he was about to say, and quickly left led by the twins (that were clutching each other in fear).
Tsuna turned back to his uncle to find that his temper had gotten worse.
"Why did you do that, Scum?"
The boy resisted the urge to sigh, "They are civilians." He stressed the last word.
Glancing around the Plaza, the teen noted that they had attracted a crowd that he hadn't noticed while he was trying to stop Xanxus from murdering Takeda and his friends. That meant that he had to get Xanxus out of there. Fast.
"Let's get this day over with," Tsuna said as he started walking, "You can yell at me after."
That seemed to slightly appease him, "Why didn't you talk back when he insulted you, Trash?"
"You didn't give me a chance to do that." Tsuna muttered under his breath as they walked out of the Plaza; he knew that the lecture he would get from Xanxus now is nothing compared to what he was in for when they were away from prying eyes and out of hearing range, not to mention what Reborn and Nono would do.
The brunette felt a headache coming on, he didn't need his intuition to know that this was going to be a long day.
In some ally in Sicily stood five scared, panting teenagers.
"That man was terrifying!" Said the only girl in the group in a weak voice.
"Y-yeah." Her brother agreed shakily.
"What was that about that Tsuna being useless, Ichirou?" The boy with green highlights in his brown hair asked sarcastically.
But Ichirou didn't answer him, still too shaken up from what happened now that had had time to process it and reliese how close he was to death a few minutes ago.
The Japanese boy felt a shiver down his spine, he was going to be having nightmares about this for a while.
They were all probably scarred for life.
I have this headcanon that Tsuna and Xanxus end up having an uncle/nephew relationship after they work out some of their issues, since Tsuna sees Timoteo as a grandfather.
I don't know when I'll have the next chapter ready since I'm starting midterms next week, but I'll to post it soon.
The next chapter would have either Lambo or Ryohei.
What do you guys think about me including characters that are LGBT+ in my writing?
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