Heaven: Hello my lovely readers! I am very sorry for the extremely late update, but it's here now so… better late than never?

Gokudera: psh. You disgust me, you could have done this a looonnnggg time ago, but you refuse to, why?

Heaven: HEY! I HAVE BEEN BUSY!

Gokudera: Yeah, yeah. Excuses, excuses. Just get on with it before I actually punch you in the face.

Heaven: OK! I do NOT own KHR! Please support the official release! (duh, why else would you be reading fanfics if you haven't watched or read the official one yet) ONTO THE STORY

Yamamoto Takeshi

Titles: 10th Vongola Rain Guardian

Birthday: April 24

Weight: 63 kg (139 lbs)

Height: 177 cm (5'10")

Famiglia: Vongola (DUH)

Weapons: Shigure Kintoki

Ugetsu Asari's Four Irregular Swords

Metal Baseball Bat (ah yes, I almost forgot about this)

Box Animal: Jirou and Kojiro

Flame: Rain (OBVIOUS MUCH?!)

How You Met: You were pressed for money and decided to go working as a con-artist, desperately trying to make ends meet. Your eyes were on this extremely expensive watch that belonged to this douche-y, rich, spoiled son of a gun who loved gambling in racing. Coincidentally, Takeshi was assigned to kill the guy and thought you were his girlfriend, since you were hanging around the guy all the time. The two of you ran in to each other (literally) while you were shopping one day and he took you out for coffee ( you know, the whole "get closer to your enemies thing") and you gave him the little warning of "OH, it was very nice talking to you, but don't let my boyfriend see because he is the jealous type". You knew to never drop a con, or else your entire life would be in jeopardy, and you knew that this strangely nice Japanese man had kept his eye on you and you didn't want him to get in the way of you getting your hands on that WATCH, DAMMIT. When it was time to kill the guy, your face had popped up in his head for a brief moment right before he sliced that bastard in half. He decided to take that chance and asked you out two days later. So.. Yeah. Strange guy.

How He Proposed: He had bought had ring and asked Gokudera to keep it for months, but was too afraid to ask you in the (very unlikely) case that you would reject his offer. You, on the other hand, were worried because you truly loved Takeshi and had been in the relationship for years and wanted to finally marry the love of your life. He took you out to a really fancy restaurant for a date and you couldn't stand it anymore, so you asked him to marry you, yourself. You were terrified that you had scared him away because he stood up right after you asked him and said that he needed to go to the bathroom. The actual case was that he ran into the bathroom, called Gokudera, cried over the phone, begging Gokudera to bring the ring NOW because he was so embarrassed that his own lovely girlfriend proposed before he could.

Housing: Yamamoto was a big family man, so, naturally, he got a nice family sized house with a large backyard that was also conveniently close to a very good school. The two of you also had two vacation houses, one by a riverside, and the other in a nicely forested area.

Your Mornings: You usually woke up to your children jumping on your bed at some ungodly hour begging for food. You, being the loving mother, complied with their wishes because you always felt bad that your hard-working husband barely got enough sleep.

Your Nights: Yamamoto always came home at 6 p.m., without fail, even when he was away on missions. For some reason, he worked like clockwork, always coming home at 6. Not that you minded, because you would never complain about spending more time with your husband. He would always play with the kids while you cooked dinner. After all the kids were asleep, and if he wasn't too tired, he would play (WINK) with you.

Your Children: You have 4 kids and are currently pregnant with twins, because Takeshi can't seem to keep his hands to himself when it comes to you. All of your kids picked up on your con-artist like habits and, despite their clueless expressions, were actually extremely cunning. And they make your job as a mother that much harder, but don't fret, because mother always knows best ;P and therefore always wins.

A/N: I'm starting to think about writing small one shots to go along with these? Yes? No? Maybe? I wanted to ask you guys first to see whether or not I should. OK! Thanks for reading.