A/N: Um, hi? Please don't kill me! I'm really sorry for not updating. It's been, what? two months? I've been busy with school work and my Grandfather's recent death. Before, it was only us attending funerals. Huh, the irony. 😔
Anyways, enough negative things, thanks for makubex000 for having to go through the trouble of PM-ing for the next chapter. 😊
Natsumi: We're truly honestly touched. Really. No sarcasm is heard/read while I type this.😶
Me: Also, thanks to you guys who reviewed, followed, and favorite-d this. I really appreciate it. 😄 Hope you guys enjoy this. Just as much as I enjoy writing the second half of this. Reviews and criticisms are always welcome.
Feel free to also suggest who will appear next chapter and ideas! Those are appreciated the most~
On a side note: Thanks to Yuuki12397 for giving the idea of Daemon being protective of Mommy!Chrome and hating Daddy!Mukuro. (I think that's not what she literally said but you get the idea.) 😊
You get a special 🍰 (strawberry cake)!
Unless, of course, you wanted to have a 🍶 (bottle of Sake) instead? 😶
Just kidding!
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A/N: Now, on to the story~
Chapter 3
A Mommy's Boy, Daddy-Hater Mist
Tsuna stared in horror at the very reason why the Vongola is very crude and sinful when when he was chosen a Boss candidate, with that very reason staring back at him.
And that morning when Tsuna finally decides to go to school after taking a break from it yesterday (for certain reasons), the very boy who appeared right infront of him in that (annoying) pink smoke made him ask the great heaven above a tearful, "Why?"
When Tsuna looked back down at the irritated young noble, he decided that, Mukuro, you will get to meet your very own son.
...
And that you need to suffer, as well.
Tsuna doesn't know why but he suddenly had the urge to cackle evilly. It's a good thing that he supressed that urge or he would have had the young Mist looking at him like he's insane.
...
Screw him.
Tsuna cackled evilly, ignoring the disgusted look Daemon was giving him.
On a certain abandoned Kokuyo Land, a certain Mukuro stopped himself just in time before he 'sneezed'. But that didn't mean that nobody noticed that he nearly did.
"Mukuro-sama?"
Mukuro looked over from were Chrome was sitting and smiled at the concered gaze the purple haired girl , "It's nothing, my dear Chrome." He looked over outside and debated a quick thought.
Mukuro never sneezes unless a certain Sawada Tsunayoshi is talking about him. And that almost never happens unless something urgent that invovles him happens. And that also almost never happens because Mukuro is very sure that he takes care of possible threats to his gang.
Which means that something is happening to Sawada Tsunayoshi that invovles him.
...
The only thing to do right now is...
"We're going to pay the Vongolas a visit."
Tsuna resisted the urge to shiver. It was either because there is a foreboding danger coming or it's because of annoyance as he once again have to skip school and tend to Daemon's needs. And as we all know, the young Mist is a noble. Which means he enjoys ordering people around and tormenting them. Especially Tsuna.
You can just guess how annoyed he is right now.
He's getting ordered around for almost an hour now. If he refuses, Nana scolds him until he obeys the young noble. It's ridiculous. Really. You think his own Mom would take his side but no, she takes the younger ones' side.
Yep, ridiculous.
Giotto, on the other hand, was a little irked about it like Tsuna. But for a different reason. And that is, Daemon is getting all the attention. He has never been really jealous before because he has always been understanding. But when Daemon came and had Tsuna focus his attention to him and him only.
He was pissed. And so, has devised a plan to make his Papa look at only him.
Attempt 1
"Papa!" Giotto came running into the living room where Tsuna was currently being enslaved by Daemon, his cuteness level at maximum. "Can you teach me about your language?" Giotto smiled and tilted his head to the side (just the right angle for his cuteness level to go up), "I wanna learn!"
The brunette looked at him tiredly, "Sorry, Giotto. Not now please." His tone was very pleading.
Just as Gioto was about to persuade him more, Daemon's voice interrupted him, "I'm hungry. Make me a food fit for a noble like me. And to let you know, I don't eat commoner food."
Tsuna's patience was about to snap, "Would you like a drink with that, Master?"
Daemon obviously doesn't know when Tsuna is being sarcastic, "Of course! You don't expect me to eat without a drink, do you?"
And so, Tsuna stomped towards the kitchen, gritting his teeth in unconvayed annoyance.
Giotto could only glare (read: pout) at Daemon for interrupting and enslaving his Papa.
Oh, it is on.
Attempt 2
Giotto tried cuddling with Tsuna. Like, hugging him at every chance all the while glaring at young noble whenver they're in the same room. Daemon looked like he wasn't fazed about it in the little bit but something in the back of Giotto's head is saying to him that one way or another, the young Mist is jealous and was... longing for it?
What?
Anyway, Tsuna was only being cuddled for about 7 times when Daemon finally snapped.
He ordered Tsuna to get him something he will like.
(Which is hard because Tsuna was sent away without even knowing what the young noble would like.
...
Tsuna actually mulled over what he could get and decided that both his Mist Guardians would be very suitable presents.)
"Stop that!" Giotto said in an annoyed tone as soon as he heard the door click shut.
"Stop what?" The young noble asked innocently.
"Stop ordering Papa around!" The blonde is getting frustrated now. He's so snobbish. Why is he always ordering his Papa around? "Can't you do it yourself?!"
"Commoners should always obey people who belong to a higher class so why should I show pity and stop?" Daemon replied haughtily and, even if the two of them are of the same height, was seemingly looking down at Giotto. "They're nothing but trash anywa-"
"What would you understand about us in the lower class?!" Giotto couldn't help but say angrily the moment the other boy compare people like him with trash. What would nobles know about them?
"What are you yapping about?" Deamon seemed taken aback but quickly masked it with raised brow.
"You nobles are always like that! You're always treating us like trash!" Yes, they look like trash but that was only because of them not having proper jobs therefore resorting to doing things that only criminals would do just to survive.
He had always disliked nobles who act all high and mighty, taking everything they have for granted while they starve to death. Almost all of his and G's friend were all gone now. G and him steal (even though he hated doing so) so that they could live to see another day and feed little of what's left of their friends. It was painful.
"You don't understand our pain at all!" Giotto made a sound almost like a growl and Daemon was once again taken aback as the blonde's previously blue eyes was now a blazing orange. But he ignored it and narrowed his eyes at the other boy's words.
"And what about you? Do you understand my pain?" It was Daemon's turn to glare. "Trash is trash. And they would always stay like that." And he left it at that and exited the room.
Giotto's hardened orange eyes turned back to the blue it was previously like as he tried to calm down and mulled over the noble's words. Despite being harsh before, he was now feeling guilty. He sensed real anger behind his words.
What did he mean by 'his pain'? Could there be a reason why Daemon hated people like him?
Attempt 3
Attempt 3 is when Giotto seemingly gives up and ignores his Papa. It wasn't really working well since Tsuna's attention isn't directed at him in the first place.
So when Fuuta came home from school, he found the young blonde sitting sullenly in the porch and sulking. Not something you would expect from Giotto seeing as he is usually always in high spirits.
"What's wrong?" Fuuta sat down beside Giotto, ignoring his Tsuna-nii's groan of annoyance through the sliding glass door behind the both of them (as he once again get ordered around and gave up summoning his Mist Guardians through mind powers alone), opting to just focus on the troubled blonde.
"D-Do you think Papa is tired of me?" the younger questioned silently, almost in a scared whisper, making the De la Stella widen his eyes.
"Of course not! You know your Papa loves you!" What could have Tsuna-nii do to make Giotto be like this? "What makes you think that?" Fuuta said with one of his comforting smiles.
The blonde's eyes immediately watered, "I-It's just that Papa hasn't payed attention to me ever since this morning."
Fuuta made an understanding nod. He's jealous of someone... but who? Fuuta looked behind him and quickly looked back to Giotto, a little uncomfortable that there's another kid that came. And judging by the boy's hair, he must be that 1st Generation Mist Guardian, Daemon Spade.
Fuuta really doesn't remember much about him except for the fact that he almost waged war against Vongola using the Shimon family. Not really a good impression.
At least, now he knows why Giotto is jealous.
"Giotto, listen," The blonde looked up at the De la Stella, "You're jealous of someone. That someone being Daemon, right?"
"J-Jealous?" He repeated, confusion dawning in his features for a few moments, Fuuta understanding that he's processing the word and waited patiently. Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long. "Jealous?! I-I would never-"
They heard a thud through the sliding glass door and looked behind them, seeing Daemon on the floor nearing tears as he probably tripped and Tsuna worriedly checking him all over (evil ancestor or not, he better take care of him or else his Mom would never let him hear the end of it).
Fuuta looked back to the blonde when he heard a quiet sob and saw tears running freely down his cheeks. Kids are such delicate creatures. Not on the level of girls but still delicate nonetheless.
Fuuta silently drew his Ranking Book from his bag, knowing exactly how to cheer up Giotto. Not by making him float via anti-gravity, no, by making him realize that Daemon isn't loved by Tsuna more than he loves him.
It's a good thing that he already did this today at lunch (at the secluded school rooftop) so he just have to show Giotto the ranking and make his point across.
"Giotto, do you see this page?" The blonde looked at the page, momentarily forgeting his tears for curiousity and realising with a frown that it's a page with numbers beside squiggly words, something called a ranking? "This is your Papa's Ranking for the children he loves most. As you can see, you are ranked 3rd, right? Daemon's name is also isn't listed here.
"That means that Tsuna-nii loves you more than Daemon. You should know that better than anyone else." Giotto looked down. He has a point. He should know that better. He's his Papa's son for God's sake. He shouldn't be worried about someone else stealing his Papa from him when he knows know he loves him more. Besides, if worse comes to worse, his Papa would always choose him, right?
No, his Papa would always choose him. There's no need to doubt that.
Giotto wiped the last of his tears away, making Fuuta smile, now that the blonde finally understands.
The blonde then stopped, realizing something. "I'm only 3rd when it comes to Papa's love?!"
Fuuta sweat dropped, "That's not the point!"
Giotto giggled, finally smiling, relieving the older male since he's been sulking for awhile now. "I'm just joking."
The De la Stella sighed before getting up and stretching, hearing a few cracks coming from his back, and looked down at the blonde with a smile, "Shall we go inside now? I'll ask Maman to prepare us some snacks."
"Yes, I would love that-" Giotto froze. He felt as if there was a foreboding danger coming, making shivers run up and down his spine. He had never felt that scared before. He had the urge to hide behind something to protect him from this someone.
"Giotto? What's wrong?" Fuuta asked worriedly.
"S-Someone..." the blonde gulped, hugging himself, his face showing a terrified expression. "Someone's c-c-coming...! Fast!"
"Tsu-Tsuna-nii! Giotto is-!" Before he could finish, a new voice interrupted him, just before Tsuna and the young Mist came out of the house. It was coming from a very familiar Mist.
And out comes the pineapple heads.
"Oya oya, what do we have here?"
"M-Mukuro-nii?"
"So let me get this straight. That stupid cow brat tripped, bumped his head, malfunctioned the bazooka in the process, the bazooka then started dancing around, and summoned," Mukuro pointedly looked at Giotto, "The young Primo 400 years from the past."
Tsuna nodded his head, "I guess that's a nice way of summing things up."
"And you expect me to believe those lies?"
"Yes because it's the TRUTH!" Tsuna yelled, successfully startling his Mist Guardians and Daemon downstairs with Fuuta from the sheer unexpected-ness of it. "Can't you get it?! Geez, I've been sitting here for literally an hour now, trying to explain to you over and over again that 'YES! This is all Lambo's fault! And YES! The ten year bazooka malfunctioned! And YES! Primo and his Guardians are here RIGHT NOW! AS KIDS, YOU HEAR ME?! 7. YEAR. OLD. KIDS!"
Tsuna is now on the verge of walking out and taking a very long walk through Namimori so he could calm down. He pinched the bridge of his nose to try and distract himself from doing so. His Cloud Guatdian would not be happy if he found wreckage from where Tsuna was last seen. "If you still insist that it's all a lie even though the proof is right there infront of you, I swear to God I'll-"
"I GET IT!" Mukuro coughed. "I get it. I was just testing you to see if you still remembered the details. It wouldn't do good if the body I'm going to possess has a case of memory loss."
The look the brunette gave him obviously says that he didn't believe a single fuck on what he just said right now.
Tsuna sighed, burying his head between his hands, and muttered to the shaken Giotto (it's his first time hearing his Papa rage, poor boy), "Giotto, please fetch Daemon. Now."
Giotto, being the little angel that he is, didn't argue and left to do as he was told. He didn't want to get yelled at. Tsuna was really scary when angry. Seriously. Even though he had no idea what the two older males were arguing about.
Mukuro narrowed his eyes, "Vongola. What are you planning on doing?" He has a bad feeling right now. Like what's going to happen next isn't going to be in his favor. At all. This is bad. Really bad. He would escape through his Mist with Chrome if the two of them are assigned with the task of taking care of that- that Daemon-!
Daemon entered with Giotto staying downstairs with Fuuta. He was looking down with a blank look.
"Mukuro, Chrome." The two sat attentively when Tsuna used his commanding Boss voice. "You two are assigned to take care of Daemon and to be his temporary foster parents."
"Boss?" Chrome asked confusedly. The 'Why?' didn't need to be said.
"You may not know this, even though I told you to memorize your Ancestor's background which you never did," Tsuna said, mumbling the last part, "but Daemon's parents are already dead." He ignored Chrome's gasp and continued. "His Father died shortly after Daemon was born because of an assassination attempt. He grew up with his Mother, not knowing what it feels like to have a Father or even a Father figure, until he was 5, when his Mother died of heart failure, despite being young and healthy.
"His Father's portraits and pictures were burned by his Mother's requests so no one really remembered what he looked like. And from all the files and pictures that I have seen, his Mother looked a lot like you, Chrome." Tsuna explained, inwardly pitying the young Mist. He's been through a lot at such a young age.
"Me?"
Tsuna nodded before he smiled and patted Daemon's pineapple mane, the indigo-haired kid batting his hand away, "This is just temporary. Let him feel what it's like to have Family one more time just before they all get sent back to their respective timeline.
"They're all still young. They've been through a lot already so bringing smiles to their faces even for the briefest of moments is something that I'm sure they would all welcome."
"Boss..." Chrome looked at Tsuna in understanding.
She accepts.
Being hated by your own family and being left are same things for her so her and the young Mist basically has the same pain. It wouldn't be a bother for Chrome. She had always wanted a child and when she does have one, she would love him/her with all her might. She didn't want what happened to her happen to them. She's just loving them the way her own parents never did to her.
Chrome looked at the young Mist before smiling and holding her arms out to Daemon, as if requesting a hug ("Chrome?" "Not now, Mukuro-sama." "But-!" *glares* *shuts up*), "Come here... Daemon."
Daemon flinched before looking up. He froze at the sight of a familiar face, of a familiar smile, of a familiar gesture for a hug, and... of a familiar voice.
"...Mother...?"
Her smile widened, "Did you miss me?"
Daemon wasted no time in tackling his supposedly dead Mother and burying himself from the familiar warmth of the hug that he had really missed. Though he had a lot of questions, mostly how is she alive, but all of that were choked down by tears that he thought he had lost the ability to shed 2 years ago... at her funeral.
So he instead said, "Don't ever l-leave me again." The thought of being left again is already painful enough.
Chrome gently rocked the young Mist and shushed him, "I won't. I'll always be here, okay?"
Daemon could only nod in agreement.
Mukuro stood up, "You win this time, Vongola." He gestured for Chrome to stand. She did so, carrying Daemon in a way a parent would to his child. "But this is not the end of this."
Tsuna blinked, coming back to his old self. The one who is still a little bit afraid of Mukuro, and his eyes widened, "Yes, it is!"
Mukuro narrowed his eyes, "No, it isn't."
Tsuna wisely shut his mouth tight. There's no arguing with his irritated Mist Guardian. And after he had just scolded him awhile ago.
Daemon lifted up his head, his eyes puffy but nonetheless free of tears, and stared at this man who looks just like him, "Who is he?"
Chrome smiled, "He's your Father." Mukuro froze. "I brought him back from the dead with me." (Tsuna sweatdropped, "Was that necessary...?" Chrome nodded, "Of course.")
"Chrome, what are you-?" Mukuro was cut off by his supposedly son.
"I don't like you. Mother is only mine." Daemon looked away and rested his head at the crook of his Mother's shoulder and wrapping his small arms around her protectively, feeling really tired after all of today's event (ordering Tsuna around is actually a very tiring thing to do, you know).
Mukuro's eyebrow twitched, "You little brat-"
"Mukuro-sama," The older Mist flinched at that very sweet yet dangerous tone, "Let's go. Daemon is tired. We should really get him to bed now."
"Y-Yes..." Mukuro inwardly cursed when he stammered. Damn Chrome using her manipulative temporary Wife powers.
Tsuna waved at the two forms of his two Guardians, plus the sleeping Daemon, as they disappeared through the Mist outside of Tsuna's house in the dead of the night. Needless to say, Tsuna was smiling all the while. All he could think of as he went inside was, Good for you, Daemon, before he went to the living room to get Giotto ready for bed.
Only to find the blonde almost nodding off.
Lambo, I-Pin, and Fuuta were already preparing for sleep so Giotto was the only one left in the living room. It was cute actually, him waiting for Tsuna so he could go to bed.
"Let's go to bed." Tsuna lifted him up the same way Chrome did with Daemon and went upstairs to his room, humming a gentle lullaby. It was something he remembered his Mom used to do to him when he was about to go to sleep. Doing the same for Giotto, Tsuna felt a wave of nostalgia and couldn't help the small smile that crawled to his face.
After both of them were wearing their respective pajamas (Tsuna with his usual navy blue ones and Giotto with his rabbit dotted sky blue ones), Tsuna laid the blonde gently at the bed, him going after.
Before they could both close their eyes, the young Sky grab ahold of Tsuna much bigger hand into his own and asked in almost a pleading tone, "You love me, right, Papa? You won't leave me, right?"
Giotto saw something flash in the the older brunettes eyes, even in the dark comfort of their room, but it was already gone before he could decipher what emotion it was.
His Papa propped up his head in his hand, his eyes were looking down at him warmly until it started glowing orange. It was filled with kindness and determination. Determination for what? He didn't know.
"Of course, I do. I certainly won't give you up in exchange of any amount of money. I'll do anything for you." Tsuna kissed his forehead, the gesture was unfamiliar yet he relished it. "I promise to protect you..."
"...with my dying will."
Giotto slept for the first time ever in the protective hold of his Papa. He had the greatest sleep of his life, that's for sure.
Natsumi: I just love how whipped Mukuro is on this chapter.
Me: I know, right? Tsuna and Chrome is just that awesome~ 😝
Natsumi: Whatever, now, for a question. Other Authors does this so Authoress is just curious and wants to try this out.
Question: In any Anime, who would you want to have as your Partner for life? (It's okay if you list off even your own harem) and why?
Me: That's it! Review please! 😊