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Chapter Six "He knew it would be a bad day when he woke up to screaming."

Day Seventy-Three (Two months, thirteen days)

Tsuna knew it would be a bad day when he woke up to screaming. It wasn't a 'horror' type of screaming, but rather a 'pissed off' brand of screaming.

(Tsuna could now accurately label seventeen different types of screams regularly heard around the mansion, including the 'that was my food' shout, the 'get your hand out' shriek and the 'if anyone gets to go first, it's me' snarl.)

"Today is Boxing Day! We must compete to the extreme!"

"That isn't what it means, you idiot! Go back to bed!"

"I'm going to cut someone if I'm not allowed approximately three more hours of sleep to off this hangover," was hissed out by someone else. Tsuna almost sobbed since all he wanted was to sleep his Christmas hangover off, but no Ryohei had (wrongly) assumed Boxing Day was for boxing. As he did every year without fail.

He was hoping that if he pressed his face into the pillow and hunched his shoulders to hide, he'd be left alone. That was when his ankle was grabbed from under the covers. He was yanked, feet first, off the bed, belly sliding on the sheets as his nightshirt was shoved up to his armpits by the friction. Luckily, he managed to take the pillow with him. No one was taking his sleep from him or they would face the consequences of his wrath.

(He had grabbed a fistful of long hair by accident and had winced when Mukuro had screeched in his ear.)

Still, he forced his eyes open to squint meaningfully at whoever had disturbed him (worse than what was already happening) and his brain immediately failed on him as he tried to place a name to the face.

Eventually, something decided to compute and Tsuna pressed the pillow to his face and wondered if it was possible to suffocate himself if he applied any more pressure. The slim fingers around his ankle tightened and Tsuna tried not to sob in defeat.

Tsuna didn't know how Alaude had gotten into the bedroom. He didn't know why he was in the bedroom. He also didn't know why Alaude had chosen to drag him out of bed. He had given up trying to make sense of anything anymore.

There was a loud clatter and the splintering of wood and the bed groaning precariously. All noise hushed for a moment before the angry shout-talking continued. The arguments only stopped when there was another groan and the bed collapsed. Tsuna could feel splinters of something hit his hands, which were still pressed to the pillow, and something was making his shoulder sting.

The hand on his ankle moved and Tsuna briefly entertained the thought of escaping to somewhere quiet to sleep off this awful headache. What time was it anyway? He was just about to lift his head to glance for a clock when the hand returned, grabbed his shirt and lifted him off the floor like a small, unruly kid.

Then, the world was swaying and Tsuna was unceremoniously carried from the room.

(It took two and a half hours before the others found him and Tsuna really needed to make sure his Guardians could actually navigate their way around the mansion in case of an attack. He just wished they'd gone about being quiet when rescuing him.

He was only slightly embarrassed that when they found him, he was curled up with his head on Alaude's lap, the other man just quietly combing fingers through his hair. When the two had arrived in the corner Alaude had led them too, Alaude had dropped him, sat down, and promptly slammed Tsuna's head onto his lap.

The terror melted away after a few tense minutes and Tsuna just pressed the pillow to his face again and fell asleep to the feeling of long fingers in his hair.)

(When everyone was feeling more alive in the afternoon, Tsuna encouraged Ryohei's boxing enthusiasm and gazed from the sidelines in a state of almost glee as he watched everyone fall under his Sun Guardian's skill.

He didn't, however, appreciate the fact that Ryohei self-proclaimed his reward as a kiss and proceeded to press his mouth to Tsuna's cheek because it was too much effort to clean up the mess caused afterwards.)

Day Seventy-Five (Two months, fifteen days)

"What is this?" Tsuna finally asked after staring for so long that his eyes were starting to sting. "I mean, I know what it is, but..."

"It's a late Christmas present." Nothing in Reborn's voice gave his emotions away, but Tsuna still imagined he could hear faint smugness as well as an underlying annoyance.

"It's not even a bed anymore," Tsuna could feel hysteria bubbling close to the surface. "It's basically a padded cell."

"I like to think of it as the 'dais of our love for Tsuna', even if it is set into the floor." Mukuro suddenly appeared behind Tsuna, arms sprawling over his shoulders. "Unfortunately, I have many contenders for your affection and a simple bed just wasn't doing it. Come, Tsuna. Let's set the stage of our affection for one another and christen our new bed."

"How-"

"It's custom ordered. While you were away yesterday, we had people come in and make it." Reborn pre-emptively answered his question, glaring discretely at Mukuro over Tsuna's head as he moved to let his hand rest on Tsuna's unruly hair.

"How much did this cost?" Tsuna couldn't help but be perversely curious. He stepped away from the men behind him and walked down the set of three steps that would lead to the monstrosity of a bed that took up more than half of the already impressively large bedroom.

(And then, with a childishness Tsuna hadn't felt in years, he backed up to the doorway and took off his shoes before running forward with a whoop and throwing himself onto the bed from the small lifted ledge. This was his bed and damn it, he was going to enjoy it before the others joined him that night.)

Day Seventy-Seven (Two months, seventeen days)

Tsuna had taken to having baths in his swim shorts (he wasn't even lying) because, inevitably, someone would break in heedless of the locks. (The excuses 'the bath is big enough for more than one!' or 'it's a waste of water for someone to use the bath all alone!' meant someone would manage to creep in with him. Thankfully, they had taken to wearing shorts or bathing suits too, because the first person who dropped in naked had been punched across the face. To be fair, the bath was sunken into the floor and reminiscent of a hot spring. It just took time filling was all.)

Bathing was more of a relaxation than a wash. With showers he couldn't wear shorts if he wanted to get–ahem– entirely clean. So it became a mad dash of in-out before another Xanxus incident happened. Many had tried. Many had failed. (Though Tsuna didn't understand how Reborn managed to slip in when all others had failed. Fortunately, Hibari had managed to get inside too and Tsuna executed a flawless escape while the two silently communicated to each other with burning glares.)

Swinging open the door, Tsuna was just about to have one of his, bound to be ambushed, baths and was already safely in swim shorts when he realized someone had beaten him there.

"Come, Tsunayoshi-kun." Byakuran declared imperiously, splashing the water next to a bored looking Spanner. ("What areyou doing here?!" Tsuna had wheezed.) Both were clothed in swimming garments as well and Tsuna thanked any god listening in.

"I saw your new bed. I've just returned and alas couldn't be one of the first to share the bed with you. So, why not share a bath instead?" Byakuran sniffed. "Spanner came along because he was absolutely filthy, though he showered before he came here so he wouldn't foul the water. After that though, I couldn't get rid of him."

"Yo." Spanner lifted a hand in greeting. His other arm was resting on the edge of the bath he was closest to, holding a book safely away from the water.

Tsuna swallowed and debated the cost and time effectiveness of just leaving them and trying somewhere else for a bath but then he remembered, too vividly, about the Squalo-Hibari incident and couldn't stop himself from scratching the scar on his thigh. With a hefty sigh, he sucked up his fear and clambered into the bath, making sure to kick Byakuran in the chin when he got too grabby.

(He let Spanner sling an arm around his shoulders only because of the fact that this brought the book closer to his face and it was one of his favorite novels.)

He shouldn't have bothered going for a bath after getting dirty from dinner due to the fire –sorry, food– fight that started at the New Year's Eve dinner. Tsuna buried his face in his arms just shy of his dinner, and his mama who was seated next to him, rubbed his back and sighed about how youthful and energetic his 'friends' were. Tsuna almost sobbed at the inflection she used on the word friends.

Day Seventy-Eight (Two months, eighteen days)

That morning, Tsuna physically bounded out of bed as early as he could allow himself to in order to get dressed before anyone else (it was a little harder with the bed practically being some sort of...he couldn't even describe it. It wasn't a bed anymore that was for certain. He had a strange pride for it. It was made with the softest of materials and was heavenly to sleep in).

Anyway, he made sure to be ready before everyone else because he wanted to beat the chauffeur to his job in order to be the one to drive his mama to the airport. (Iemitsu was staying behind to "keep Tsuna's virtue safe until he comes home!")

He was just fumbling with the trousers button when he heard a grumble behind him and froze, realizing that someone must have rolled over into his empty space and consequently against who had been on his other side.

Something in him shrivelled and died at the thought of the cost of repairs when he saw Mukuro snuffling into Hibari's hair.

Tsuna didn't stay long enough to see if Hibari had woken up from the treatment, being such a light sleeper.

Approximately seventeen steps down the corridor, a loud thud followed by the sound of something splintering and cracking, was heard.

Tsuna made a quick escape through a window, only wincing slightly at the drop to the floor from the second story which was only made possible through much experience. He quickly sprinted across the yard to the edge of the building so he could hug the wall in order to edge around to the front, find his mother, and have a nice peaceful day.

(He was pleasantly surprised that he didn't fail in his attempt at slinking away undetected.

When he returned to the mansion, his Family was scurrying around like an ant's nest someone had poured water over. He was rightfully dumbfounded at the hysteria and chaos. In the background, a siren was wailing and someone to his left was barking orders to 'find him and find him now'. It took Tsuna a while to realize who this 'him' was.

And then he was tackled from both sides and he tumbled into a heap with two other bodies, scraping his palm and elbow against the asphalt. He was squashed under the warm heavy weight of someone else, a sensation he was far too used to.

He only felt guilty about focusing on himself when Lambo hiccuped a sob in his ear about how afraid he had been when no one was able to find Tsuna. His soft hair tickled Tsuna's chin as his youngest member tried to press closer.

It didn't mean he was completely at ease with the whole thing, just...more tolerant.

He just never wanted to see such an expression of abject terror and distress on Lambo's face again; the emotions were too far out of place. It took that moment to realize he didn't want to cause any of them this sort of pain again.

Still, he wished he could have come to that epiphany with a shot of whiskey. They were driving him to drink and still he thought fondly of them.)

Day Seventy-Nine (Two months, nineteen days)

Tsuna stared at the calendar glumly. With it already being the third of January, the private jet would be leaving the next day for his home town of Namimori, so he and his relevant Guardians, Ryohei, Yamamoto, Gokudera, and Hibari could attend their high school reunion on the sixth.

(Tsuna had already booked his Guardians into a hotel, along with anyone else who had declared they were coming along, including Enma which was fair enough, but also Reborn, Byakuran, Mukuro, Chrome and Lambo. The jet could seat up to twenty people, not including the pilot and his co pilot. No doubt others would sneak on board. Tsuna silently despaired.)

All of that was shoved firmly to the back of his mind and he instead concentrated on the thought he'd be able to spend some time, quality time, at home with his mother. The mansion was where he lived now, but his home was back in Japan, with his mother's cooking and his father's jovial booming voice. Iemitsu would be travelling back today and so wouldn't be on the jet with them and Tsuna was only slightly disappointed by that.

The other part of him was terrified that he wouldn't have a buffer between him and his admirers. (He used the term lightly. If they were only admirers, then he was a golden goose).

Stepping away from the wall, Tsuna drifted to the wardrobe where his suitcase was stashed and pulled it down, throwing the suitcase to the floor and opening it with a sigh far too theatrical for the situation as he knelt next to it. Opening the back compartment carefully, the one that was hidden, he made sure to remove all of the weaponry packed tightly in. He wouldn't need weapons or the heavy weight.

Tsuna was just pulling out the final weapon, his favoured and cherished semi-automatic sub-machine gun, when a hand landed on his shoulder out of nowhere. He yelped, finger reflexively squeezing the trigger. The quick burst of gunfire shredded his suitcase and Tsuna's aim went wild since he wasn't prepared for the recoil. The far wall was quickly ruined by the spray of bullets and one of Tsuna's favourite paintings was all but split in half.

From the silence behind him, Tsuna could determine destroying his bedroom wasn't the aim of whoever had come to see him. Twisting, anger on his face, Tsuna was surprised as he was suddenly pushed onto his back, a flash of blonde blurring in his vision before he was eye to eye with bright blue eyes. Colonello.

"You like semi-automatic weapons, kora?" The Rain ex-Arcobaleno asked, voice throaty, eyes bright and delighted.

Tsuna tried to formulate the proper response to get out from underneath the person above him. He was just about ready to turn his thoughts into words when Colonello's head ducked and dry lips brushed the hollow of Tsuna's throat.

Everything in Tsuna flat-lined aside from the erratic heartbeat he could hear in his ears. And then he was flailing and cursing and shrieking and he didn't care if he sounded like a girl that was a bad touch Colonello, get off!

Colonello immediately scrambled to is feet, looking bewildered and holding his nose where Tsuna had managed a lucky hit. If Colonello had been more of a threat, Tsuna wouldn't have let him get off with just a bruised nose and ego. He would be dead.

Constantly harassed or not, Tsuna was a Mafia Boss damn it!

"Whoa, sorry, kora." Colonello moved his free hand to rub the back of his neck. He sounded nasal. "You were giving off all the signs, so I…" He shrugged, his action pretty much self explanatory. Tsuna spluttered angrily before pointing at the door, trying to look intimidating while his cheeks burned bright red.

Colonello grinned broadly. "Someday you'll be asking for it, kora." he said, gleeful when he watched Tsuna's cheeks darken, the flush spreading to his neck. Before Tsuna could respond any more negatively (Colonello had heard rumours and would rather keep all of his manly bits), Colonello high tailed it out of there.

He shut the door in time to hear the clunk of something thrown hit the wood, no doubt aimed for his head.

Tsuna, left on his knees and panting through his anger and embarrassment, scowled at the shut door and then buried his face in his hands. He fell unceremoniously onto his side and that was how Reborn found him half an hour later.

He never let Tsuna forget he'd been hugging the SMG to his chest as if it were a teddy-bear.

(The photo Reborn had taken had been blown up, printed, and then affixed on a wall in the dining room, complete with gaudy frame. Despite Tsuna's best efforts, he couldn't remove it, and settled for glaring at it and hoping it would combust every time he sat down for a meal.)

Day Eighty (Two months, twenty days)

Tsuna watched, with a critical eye, as his Guardians boarded the jet. He was stood next to the pilot, a charming young man who was the best in his field. He was close enough to Tsuna he had all but popped his personal bubble and was encroaching on the land of 'socially unacceptable'.

(If he made grabby hands, Tsuna would have to find a new pilot because this one wouldn't have working hands to pilot with anymore.)

But Tsuna watched on, counting those meant to be on the journey and then a further eight.

(In order they were: Fon with an apologetic smile, Colonello, wide grin in place, Xanxus, with a scary expression on his face, Squalo following his boss loyally if not angrily. They were the first four and Tsuna had briefly wondered if that was it and then the next four came along. They consisted of Byakuran, Spanner, Mammon which was a big surprise and then the last, an even bigger surprise, Lal Mirch who had looked Tsuna up and down in a way that made him feel he was being undressed before she boarded.)

The jet would be full, save for one seat and Tsuna would fight tooth and nail to have that one empty seat the one next to him, to keep the journey from being uncomfortable and awkward. To his despair, Hibari was the one who earned his own space with the extra chair, but Tsuna was thankful that it was Lambo who had squeezed into the seat next to him, smiling up at him guilelessly as he tugged a bag onto his lap and pulled out a handheld device.

It was a DS that Lambo held. After watching for a few minutes before the jet had taken off, Lambo had seen his interest and offered him a game.

The beginning of the journey consisted of Tsuna and Lambo taking turns killing monsters and following fantasy story lines, filling the cabin with shouts of anger and cheers of glee. Nothing stopped their game play, not even Reborn when he glared across the aisle and callously told them to shut up.

Eventually the battery died and Tsuna sighed in despair.

Lambo offered him a sly smile, ring sparking quietly and he recharged the battery with the element of his Flame. Tsuna was so happy that it had happened that he reached across, held Lambo's face in his hands, and pressed a kiss to his little nose.

(Unfortunately, he'd embarrassed and delighted Lambo so much it prompted the use of the Ten-Year Later Bazooka and for the next forty five minutes he had to deal with a long limbed, twenty five year old Lambo sprawling all over him and making quiet (lewd) comments about what other games they could play. In private.

By the time they landed, Tsuna wasted no time scrambling and running to one of the black, nondescript cars that would take them to their individual destinations. He was confident his luggage would get to him somehow.)

Day Eighty-One (Two months, twenty-one days)

Tsuna woke up, well rested and relaxed after a night of having his bed to himself. His father had been a bit dramatic by putting bars on Tsuna's bedroom window and then showing him how to work the seven separate locks he'd attached for 'optimum safety'.

Tsuna didn't want to know how he got a hand scanner attached to the outside of his door, but didn't question his father's methods. At least he was safe.

As he walked downstairs he was greeted by the nearly tear worthy smell of home cooked food, courtesy of his darling mama. Still in pajamas, he swept into the kitchen and froze.

Having the dining table already crammed full of people he was hoping to avoid until the next day was not on the agenda.

Still, he wasn't going to let them take away his mama's cooking from him and he promptly seated himself on the only empty seat present of the overcrowded room. It seemed the other's had brought their own chairs with him under the knowledge that Tsuna's house wouldn't have enough.

Tsuna, with the ease of practice, ignored everyone except his mother. He thanked her profusely as she set down a plate in front of him first, piled high with goodies before voraciously tore into his food, only acknowledging the hand on his knee with a slight twitch.

(Inside he was shrieking, because that one hand was Lal Mirch's. And someone, potentially Yamamoto, who was smiling pleasantly, was playing footsie with him under the table.)

(But, if he survived this, then at least he would survive whatever the reunion had to throw at him.)

And hence another chapter comes to a close.

Next time?

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