Waking Up with the Sun Chapter 5: Bang Bang My Baby Shot Me Down
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UWU Namimori Middle School, just outside the Disciplinary Committee Room, 07:46 UWU
Hazuki stood in front of the sliding door, staring at it nervously. It had been two days since her originally planned meeting, and she just wanted to get things over with. Yesterday she paid a visit to the spa, and how relaxing it was. She spent the previous morning contemplating on whether or not she would go to an onsen or to a western style spa and she chose the latter, being somewhat reminiscent of her days in America. It was nice and it had been too long since she was able to spend a day alone. She treated herself to a Swedish massage. But all that built up tension returned almost immediately as she stepped foot onto the school's grounds.
She let out an aggravated sigh, Why do we have to do this so damn early in the morning, too? And on a school day. In a middle school. Really now. The woman was able to easily maneuver the campus, her profession dress helping her blend in with the background.
So as to avoid any more incidents regarding Gokudera being extremely loud at too early in the morning, Hazuki woke up early, feeling refreshed and ready to take on the day. Or so she planned. Almost immediately upon returning to her hotel room after a nice day of rest and relaxation, instead of being greeted by the warmth and comfort of her bed, with its fresh and newly changed sheets, she was welcomed to the chaotic scene of papers and more papers, all reminding her of her actual job. The one where she was managing a group of Japanese international pop sensations, girls who were taking the day off and (thankfully) being guided around Namimori's more local attractions by one Miura Haru. She would get Haru a car as a token of thanks and appreciation. She had relinquished her position as CEO of CosPlay Market and long since given the responsibility of management to a specially selected committee of hired (and trusted) assistants. They would be getting a bonus some time soon.
So instead of a nice, long night's rest, she spent the night sorting through finances and other miscellaneous documentation, writing down possible album ideas and sending out emails to those else who worked with the band. By the time the sun had risen she had given up the idea of any sort of nap, and resigned herself to a long hot shower. The coffee currently in her hand (one she had picked up from the Starbucks vendor in the lobby of the hotel) was her fourth within the past 3 hours.
Make it a triple shot of espresso, please.
If there was one thing she was thankful for during her years in America, it was the coffee shops on every street corner. Japan had much to learn about the importance of coffee. And now, instead of preparing herself to sit with the grace and poise of a young professional in front of the tenth boss of the Vongola, she slumped against the wall of an emptied hallway and closed her eyes. It's just Tsuna. He'd understand. Hazuki was well-passed any point of return to the living world, at least mentally, physically, and spiritually, and all she had hoped for was five minutes of peace and quiet and not a care in the world. Except that she was rudely awoken from her semi-conscious state to the slamming of the sliding door about half a metre away from her head. Bloodshot honey-brown eyes opened wearily and met with icy mint green ones. Both pairs were narrowed in annoyance almost instantaneously. Of all the fucking people.
"Good morning."
There was no reply. Fine, be that way. Hazuki followed the younger man into the room and sat on one of the couches, slouching as soon as she set down her coffee on a conveniently placed table. Less than two seconds later Yamamoto's distinct laughter as well as Ryohei's enthusiasm could be heard coming down the hallway. The two men entered and looked surprised to see the room's occupants. Hazuki merely waved, took off her glasses, closed her eyes, rubbed the bridge of her nose.
" 'Morning, Hazuki!"
"You're here earlier than we are! That's a surprise, hahahah!"
She groaned. Someone chuckled. She heard the soft footsteps of one Sawada Tsunayoshi as they entered the room, pause (no doubt to look around and get a variety of reactions from his guardians), and continue until the sounds of someone sitting in an oversized leather chair echoed in the awkwardly quiet room.
Hazuki opened one eye to peek at the man in the chair and before he opened his mouth, she already started talking, "I have a meeting tonight. I'll get you the information afterwards, but I'm more than positive that they know what I've been doing."
Tsuna closed his mouth and paused to think for a few seconds, "Then what do you suggest we do, Hazuki-san?"
I'm not sure of about anything anymore.
"...I… don't know. I guess I'll just figure things out as I go, ne?" Hazuki answered as she sat up. She smoothed out the creases in her skirt and straightened her blouse, "It's not like eliminating me would do them any good, either. I'm the best damn rep. they've had from Japan within the past 20 years."
"And what if you get killed, stupid woman? Then how are we supposed to know Niochavi's next move. He's the only reason we came back to Namimori, damn it," Gokudera spoke up, slamming a hand on the table, "he's been such a pain in my ass that I'm tempted to just go back to Italia and shut his fat face up myself!"
"Maa, maa, Gokudera. Calm down," Yamamoto smiled, placing a gentle hand on his friend's shoulder.
Hazuki smirked, "You should listen to your boyfriend, Gokudera."
"I'LL FUCKING KI-"
The bomb master almost snapped. Yamamoto held him back. Hazuki remained unchanged. Tsuna face-palmed. Ryohei snickered to himself.
"Don't worry, Tsuna. If you want, you and your… subordinates can come over tonight and observe. As long as you're quiet."
"If you're okay with this, Hazuki-san. But please do be careful," Tsuna replied, "but I do have one more question…"
"Hmn? What's up?"
"Ah… Uhm. Just exactly what happened a few days ago, Hazuki-san?"
Tsuna's question was quiet, almost to a point where it was timid. He easily read the tense reaction that Hazuki's body gave. Her knuckles whitened as she clenched the old, leathery fabric of the couch she sat on, eyes cast downwards, eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed into a hard thin line.
"..."
"Answer the damn question, damn woman! Don't make the boss wait for your stupid answer!"
She looked at Tsuna with cold, dead eyes.
"...My ex-husband came back from the dead and stopped by for a visit."
The room fell silent. Majority of its occupants averted their eyes to the floor. Including the one she recently slept with.
"Ahahah, he came at me with empty threats and false promises, begging me to take him back. It reminded me of our divorce. But we'll just leave at that…"
She stared at the floor. Tsuna opened his mouth, "Are you su-"
"Please just leave at that, Tsunayoshi-kun."
He nodded as she stood up.
"Now, are we done here? I'd like to go home and take a nice long nap…"
Tsuna nodded and dismissed everyone from the room, but of course some of its occupants wouldn't leave the room without him.
Hazuki began walking towards the door as she checked her phone, it read 08:23. It felt longer and shorter than that at the same time. But I think I might be able to squeeze in a nice four hour long nap before going back to work…
Her train of thought was interrupted as she walked straight into the sliding door, and she stood there for a few seconds in awkward silence. In that moment she realized that her glasses were still on the table. And so she turned around only to face four grown men trying to hold in their laughter at Hazuki's reddened face (red from the walking into the door part, not from embarrassment.)
She rolled her eyes. Boys will be boys, even if they are grown men in the mafia.
"Hahahahah! Hazuki, you're really funny. C'mon, I'll make sure you get back home safely (and in one piece)," Yamamoto laughed, placing a hand on her shoulder and holy shit you are really tall. Even in her heels, the distance between the top of her head and his was almost a good 18 centimetres.
"Thanks, I think."
They started walking down the slightly empty hallways, a few students casting curious glances before entering classrooms, when suddenly the woman was flanked on the other side by Ryohei, who gave her a concerned look. She smiled back at her once-best friend and leaned her head on his arm in reassurance.
"After I take a nap, let's all race, okay?"
Both men grinned widely and the mood changed from somewhat solemn and serious to energetic and playful, just like when they were young teenagers, eager for sports and challenges.
UWU Namimori Green Suite, Suite # 27, 13:17 UWU
The pleasant nap Hazuki had expected was not what she got. She rolled out of the large (empty) bed and stared through the massive windows at the sun high in the sky. She continued staring at the sun until she felt her eyes burn. What fucking year is it.
The woman checked her phone and found 2 messages, one from Yamamoto and the other from Ryohei.
Y: [Yo Hazuki, me and senpai are gonna be in the lobby so wake up k?]
R: [HURRY UP AND WAKE UP SO WE CAN RACE AND I CAN KICK YOUR BUTT TO THE EXTREME! DON'T THINK I FORGOT OUR SCORES!]
Hazuki narrowed her eyes and threw the phone on the bed as she got up to find clothes. But much to her delight, the phone started ringing. Long gone were the ringtones made from anime openings/endings and sound clips. It was just a boring old ringtone. She answered it warily, eyes flashing to the caller ID before pressing a button
[YOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAZUKI! ARE YOU AWAKE!]
"Oh my god shut up I'll be down there in like ten minutes."
And she promptly hung up.
-Namimori, some riverbank, 17:01-
She had (un)surprisingly lost. Taking up a desk job as well as the tasking job of being a manager for a band and the CEO of a company took a toll on her body. Sure, she was still fit, but not something comparable to two men (who trained daily) physically active in the mafia. Her muscles had weren't as toned as before, and if anything, now she was more curvy than athletically lean.
The three adults were currently laying on the riverbank, an old spot she and Ryohei would end up at after many of their races. They had a race to various locations, and stopped for about an hour after each race to laze in the closest grass area. Hazuki rolled around in the grass, trying to catch her breath.
She regretted that decision immediately, as something got in her eye. She kept scratching at her left eye, trying not to disturb the contact lens that sat on it. She almost squeaked when Ryohei suddenly appeared next to her, held her chin between his fingers, and brought her face in close.
Her breath hitched.
He told her to calm down, and said there was nothing in her eye. She blinked at him for a few seconds before he let her face go. She scooted away after lightly punching him. Don't ever do that again, stupid. Scared the shit out of me.
"Glad to see you're in higher spirits, Hazuki (even though you lost)! Doing any sort of physical activity is great for your body! Gotta work it out to the extreme!" Ryohei laughed.
She punched his arm, "Don't think I let you off the hook just because I lost this time. And… we've known each other for years, you guys can call me Hino."
Ryohei and Yamamoto looked at each other, before grinning at her, "Yosh, Hino!"
They ended up sitting and talking on the riverbank until the sun started to set. Hino laid back and closed her eyes, enjoying the cool breeze and the warmth of the sun. She missed simpler times like these. When she didn't have to deal with four hormonal teenaged girls (even though she loved them to death) and manage their musical career, or deal with a lecherous old Italian head of a dangerous Italian mafia and the crime syndicate she was involved in, or any of that other adult bullshit.
She opened her eyes and rolled her head to the side, only to notice that Ryohei was staring at her. Their eyes made contact and he turned away furiously, trying to hide the blush that slowly crept up on his cheeks. She raised an eyebrow in confusion and turned her head to look the other way, noticing a lightly-sleeping Yamamoto.
UWU Namimori Green Suite, Suite # 27, 21:52 UWU
((All conversations within the video conference are spoken in English))
You are now logged in; would you like to coordinate a meeting?
_x_Yes
_No
Welcome to the International Blacklist, current members logged on:
_ Hino Hazuki, Japan
_Alessandro Niochavi, Italy
_Jacques de Gaulle , France
Would you like to initiate a video conference?
_x_Yes
_No
Hazuki let out an irritated sigh. She would be alone with these two creeps more than twice her age. At least she had the somewhat solid comfort of some of the core Vongola family members sitting across the room from her. She made sure there would be absolutely nothing to give away their hidden locations, propping herself up on a chair against the matte painted wall, glasses long gone.
Three different faces appeared on the screen, one being hers. The Italian let out a throaty chuckle and the Frenchman made a noise of curiosity.
"Mon cherie, you look quite… ehm… Natural," he stuttered in accented English. The woman didn't bother to fix herself up. She came out of the shower more than half an hour ago, wearing only a bathrobe. Her (slightly) dried hair laid in tangled tresses. She pouted.
"de Gaulles-san, I apologize if my appearance is appalling in the slightest. If you wish, I would be glad to merely close the video window."
"Non, non, there is no need for that, my lovely," he replied, "but it does seem odd that our lovely German friend is not here, oui?"
"I recall getting an email about Schwarz-san; I believe he may be in Denmakku, visiting his mother."
"Ah my beautiful flower, ignore the damn French bastard. He doesn't appreciate true beauties such as yourself. And your inglese is as cute as ever," Alessandro finally spoke up, smiling smugly.
"Watch yourself, pasta-freak," Jacques retorted.
"A-Ano, please, gentlemen, let's begin, shall we? This weekly meeting has now been convened."
From any spectator's point of view, observing Hazuki converse with two international criminals seemed to be more of a flirt/racial insult fest between two romantic countries. Hazuki was different from her normal demeanor, and much more different than from what Tsuna had experienced in his history with the woman. She was much more submissive sounding, yet she was able to shut them up with at the mere slight hint of protest in her voice. In any other situation, she probably would have them eating out of the palm of her hands at the slightest request.
They proceeded to converse about their recent trades. Tsuna was surprised to find that different nations were in charge of different categories of goods. He found out then that Niochavi was upset about the balance of the assigned categories, as his was primarily focused on art and religious artifacts. Hazuki represented Japan as the leading nation in technology, accompanied by China and South Korea.
"Lastly, the latest in CPS has just surfaced. Some of my contacts within these companies have confirmed it to be, and the earliest we can get the blueprints would be by late next month. There is a high security issue because of how similar they are to box weapons. But it is also confirmed that these in fact are intended for recreational use."
There were some clicks of the mouse and rapid typing as Hazuki sent whatever information she had to her companions.
"Ah, work is so very hard, is it not? But life would be much easier here in Italia if I could get those damn clams off of my back," Alessandro sighed dramatically. He was currently playing with his tie.
De Gaulles had taken it upon himself to pour himself a glass of wine, and as he swished the deep red liquid around in his glass, he chucked, "You Italiens and your mafia, really. It's just as Monsieur Schwarz said, 'useless'."
Hazuki could see Gokudera's irritation levels rise as de Gaulles continued to insult the mafia lifestyle. She coughed to get the Frenchman's attention.
"All nations have crime rings within them. There is no need to be so prejudicial, de Gaulles-san."
"Signorina Hazuki, my heart is touched by your kind words. Perhaps you could accept my offer to come to my villa to touch more."
She almost threw up in her mouth, but there was an audible gag followed by laughter from the Frenchman. The Italian only continued to speak.
"But I must say, where has this kindness stemmed from? It has been brought to my attention that you, my beautiful Japanese flower, know much more than I had initially assumed. Is it not true that you are associated with the Vongola?"
She lightly feigned innocence, "Niochavi-san. Those relationships were from long ago. We're nothing but mere childhood friends from days of the past."
"Surely they must know who you are. And do not lie to me bella."
Shit. I guess here goes nothing. "You're right, Niochavi-san. There is much more to that. I am in fact, in love with one of the guardians…" She bit her lower lip and looked away, as if love struck by Cupid's arrow then and there.
The look on Alessandro's face was priceless. De Gaulles spit out his wine.
"It is an unrequited love. And I know I will never be able to find someone like him, but I cannot deny my truest feelings, Niochavi-san. His very touch makes my heart flutter, and every time he smiles I can feel my stomach twisting itself. His laugh is contagious, as is his warmth and kindness. But I am no more than an old acquaintance… I'm so sorry about this sudden outburst of emotion! Even right now, my heart aches and yearns for his gentle caress."
Tsuna and his guardians had to leave the bedroom (as quietly as possible). And then leave the hotel room. And then move to a totally different floor.
She felt like she was going to keel over and die. I'd better get a fucking award for this. There she was, flushed red with a delicate hand on her chest, eyes brimming with forced tears.
A single teardrop fell, and there was nothing left to be done.
Niochavi, however, looked confused. His approach to divulge useful information was thrown off, and he didn't know how to ask anymore questions without being more nosy and lecherous than usual. So he cleared his throat and let out a disappointed sigh.
"Ah, my dear. Amore. It is so passionate. I apologize for my intrusions. We shall convene soon, I do hope."
And with that, he was gone.
The Frenchman paused for a second before staring directly at the camera, "You have my sincerest regards, mon chérie." He gave a wink and signed off.
Hazuki closed her laptop and threw it on the bed before sinking into her chair. She got up after five minutes and pulled her cellphone out.
H: [Coast is clear. You can come back in. Bring me dozens of roses for my performance.]
She had just made it to the kitchenette when loud banging happened upon the door, and so she opened it, grinning like a maniac.
"Where are my roses?"
UWU When Tsuna & Co. left the hotel room UWU
It was getting hard to breathe. Tsuna couldn't decide if he wanted to laugh or cry, all he knew was that he was shaking uncontrollably and very shocked at the words that came out of her mouth. Ryohei had taken it upon himself to loudly exclaim what everyone was thinking.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE?! WHAT KIND OF EXTREME BULLSHIT IS THIS?! A KOREAN DRAMA!?"
It took both Yamamoto and Gokudera a good minute to calm the sun guardian down, with the latter shushing him. Do you have to be that fucking obvious, turf-top!? Shut your damn mouth!
UWU
When asked about who she was in love with, Hino would simply reply with a blank stare and a monotone voice, listing a different guardian each time.
First she said it was Tsuna. There was almost an uproar. She paid no heed and went back to the magazine she was reading.
The second time she was asked, Tsuna was sweating. She then said Yamamoto. There was almost another uproar and the swordsman was utterly confused.
The third time was Gokudera. The room almost exploded. "Don't do that in here. I just had these sheets changed and those shoes are brand new.
The fourth time she said Chrome. There were almost reactions until they (Tsuna and co.) realized that Hazuki and Chrome barely knew of each other's existence.
She continued to list guardians and by the time she had come around Lambo, they were all tired out.
"What about onii-san? Are you in love with him?"
Hazuki choked on her own spit before glaring at Tsuna.
"Did you really just lump me with that idiot? He's like… like… a stupid best friend who does stupid things."
No one noticed the hesitation in her voice.
"Who the hell are you calling stupid?!"
"You, stupid. You really are that stupid."
Tsuna could feel a headache coming on the horizon. The way they interacted with each other didn't change at all, and it was comforting. So he simply smiled and laughed with his friends at the witty banter.
UWU
Ryohei had found out after coming back from a mission. Both he and Yamamoto were assigned to be bodyguards for Hazuki, met with much protest. Something about not needing to be protected by idiots because she was perfectly fine on her own. So he was sent away for a couple of days to take care of some things, only to return to his originally assigned job.
Yamamoto had asked Hazuki out on the second day he was gone.
She said yes, much to everyone's surprise (including Yamamoto's). "It'll help me take my mind off of things, so yeah."
It wasn't a romantic date, per say. She was just accompanying him to a wedding of one of his friend's from the baseball team in Namimori High School. Does that even qualify as a date? Yamamoto knew that Gokudera would kill him if he asked Haru (they never said anything public or official but everyone knew about those two), Kyoko and Hana were instantaneously out of the picture, and most other girls he knew were with someone else, but really it was only Bianchi and Hazuki left in the social circle. And Bianchi was in Italy (and he already knew that it would be a regrettable decision).
He needed more female friends. He was just about to decide on going stag when Haru suggested he ask Hazuki.
Yamamoto called her up that morning, surprised to see that she was already awake, then again, it was already around nine. She agreed, and he would pick her up around noon. She complimented him on the nice car he drove, and he laughed saying it was a company car. She laughed, only the best for the Vongola Guardians, ne?
The wedding was on the outskirts of town and the weather was beautiful. It was a western-style wedding, so majority of the attendees wore suits and dresses and the like, including the Vongola Rain guardian and his date. It was an outdoor wedding that started at one in the afternoon and finished around three or so, and they decided to stay for the reception. Hazuki recognized the bride as an underclassman from Midori Middle.
She, in fact, ended up recognizing a lot of people from school.
Yamamoto was pretty sure this was the first time he'd ever seen Hazuki in anything outside of her business attire and casual clothes (and stuff they wore when they were younger but that's besides the point).
She was, he would admit, very pretty. Her medium brown hair was down in a low bun, loose curls framing her delicate face. Her makeup was simple and highlighted her facial features. The dress itself hugged her in all the right places. It was a sort of pastel green, simple strapless dress that went down to right above her knees, with a slit on the side that went up her leg a little. A thin silver belt sat at her waistline. A simple, yet ornate, diamond necklace sat on her neckline, accentuating the curve of her shoulders and catching the sun every time she laughed.
They were currently sitting at a table, chatting with the bride and groom who had taken a sort of break from dancing, enjoying the reception and mingling with friends. It was only when his phone vibrated in the breast pocket of his jacket that he was brought back to reality. It was a message from Ryohei.
R: [Where are you guys at? Tsuna said you went out or something]
Y: [Remember Monta from high school? At his wedding with Hino. Turns out she knows people too]
It wasn't until about 13 minutes later did he receive a reply back from Ryohei.
R: [kk just don't stay out too late and check back in when you're back at base.]
They got back late.
However, they were not as drunk as their previous encounter; it was an open bar and the champagne was damn good. She made a mental note (and a memo on her phone) to buy some for herself later.
Both were surprised to see Ryohei sitting at the dinner table of her suite, some files spread on the table. He gave a wary glance at the two as they walked in, still giddy from earlier festivities, noticing Yamamoto's jacket draped over her petite figure. Uh-oh! Looks like dad's home, hahahah!
Hazuki giggled as she fumbled to remove her heeled sandals, almost falling, but her companion helped her steady herself from the back with one arm around her waist and another holding her hand. Yamamoto sat down at the dinner table as Hazuki removed the tailored jacket and handed it to him before she went to the bedroom, I'm just gonna shower n'change real quick.
Ryohei turned to his fellow guardian, "She's drunk, isn't she?"
He scratched the back of his head sheepishly, avoiding eye contact with the sun guardian who clearly seemed uncomfortable with the affectionate display, "Just slightly more intoxicated than tipsy. You see there was this open bar and..."
Yamamoto stopped speaking as Ryohei slid a file across the table to him.
"Sawada had me do some research. Her ex-husband used to be an underling of Niochavi. They met in America and he was the one who dragged her into the IB."
Jan de Medici. He was the son of a German woman and Italian man. He had just finished an assignment when they met at a museum. She had taken interest with him because of his last name, and they soon started dating. It was recorded to be a pleasant relationship, and she was already a successful business woman. And she was Japanese. She was the perfect target and she fell right into his lap.
They met in February and married in December. Nobody knew about it. Absolutely no one. Or so she thought. Alessandro Niochavi knew everything.
Ryohei then proceeded to speak about Niochavi's movements behind the International Blacklist guise as Yamamoto skimmed the files. Her assassination was planned to happen months after their one year anniversary. The widower would then take control of her position as the rep of Japan, and the Niochavi would begin their monopolization of the blacklist market from there. Japan was higher in rank than Italy, known for its efficiency and connection to the United States. From there they would slowly change Japan's course of method that focused on non-weaponized technology-a standard enforced (and closely monitored by the US) since the end of World War II.
Hino was, much to Niochavi's dismay, perfectly suited for the job. She made slow reforms in the green energy department and managed to get on the good side of some major nations. She incidentally, also became good friends with the representative for America.
She found out about the plot to kill her a week before the planned date. And immediately divorced Jan. All she knew, though, was that he hired a hitman. She didn't know anything about him working for Niochavi. A file for Jan de Medici appeared on the IB databse and he disappeared off of the face of the planet until a week ago.
Yamamoto was just about to open his mouth to speak when their conversation was disrupted as Hazuki opened the doors to the room they sat in, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and lacy pink panties. Both men immediately turned away, faces flushed.
"What. N'ver seen a girl in her underwear?!"
"It's not that, Hazu-Hino. It's just that this is uhm... not a side of you that we've ever seen, ahahah?" Neither of them saw it, but at Yamamoto's comment, Hazuki looked at Ryohei with a sly smirk.
Yamamoto kept his face turned away, but gave Ryohei a sort of 'What the hell are you doing?!' look at Ryohei, who was turning his head to face the woman. Yamamoto also noticed that Ryohei was averting his eyes elsewhere.
"Oi! Hino! Put some damn clothes on when you have company, damn it! That's extremely inappropriate!"
The woman merely pouted and skipped her way to the kitchen, "Jeez. I just wanted something to eat, okay? Try not to get your panties in a bunch."
Ryohei spurted and almost busted a nut at the comment.
"Eeehhh?! You're one to talk! I'm not the one flashing their underwear!"
Yamamoto laughed at the scene unfolding before him. They had such a natural sort of chemistry. Ryohei was definitely a social person, but his exuberant personality often tended to scare people away. Hino was one of the friends that challenged him, and occasionally beat him, regardless of her constantly dismayed attitude towards his presence. Of their circle of friends, the boxer was the one who knew the girl the best. It had taken Yamamoto a good year to join in on their sporty rivalry. It was sort of hard to get it to fit in with his schedule of baseball and school, as well has that whole sword training and guardian stuff. But the two welcomed him into their daily training routines with open (and albeit sweaty) arms.
Yamamoto snapped back to reality at the sound of a bang. His attention was drawn to Ryohei who was trying to get Hino back to her room, a hard wooden chair out of place in the middle of the floor.
The other man had his arms wrapped around Hino's waist from the back, pulling (more like dragging) her dead weight to the other room.
"You're not making things any easier, yanno?"
The grown woman pouted, hanging in his arms.
"Weddings make me want to puke."
Well that was unexpected. Ryohei stopped walking (read: dragging) and let out an irritated sigh. He shifted his weight and picked the depressing woman up bridal style and carried her to her bed before tucking her in, and wiping the tears that began to collect at the corner of her eyes.
Yamamoto had moved to the door post, and watched Ryohei hand her a tissue.
"I never want to get married or go to another wedding in my lifetime."
"Arrghh, don't be like that, stupid."
"Who the hell are you calling stupid, stupid?"
He ruffled her damp hair and she smacked his hand away. Yamamoto smiled in understanding and moved back to the dining table to review the rest of the files. Ryohei sat by her side until she stopped crying and eventually fell asleep.
Yamamoto looked up as Ryohei quietly shut the door to the woman's room. "Tsk, troublesome woman…"
The rain guardian chuckled as he organized the files on the table. "You two have such good chemistry with each other. I think I'm jealous," he joked.
Ryohei shot him a tired look, "What. Want me to tuck you in, too?"
-END-
So I've actually had this chapter ready since September but not really. Uhm uhm uhm god it's so shitty and so OC-based I promise it'll get better (maybe)