-Getting Boyfriends-

"Hey, Mom!" Fujio perks up after savoring their great dinner for the first time, "I bet Imouto-chan has something good to tell you!" And then he dodged a pair of chopsticks that flew straight his way. His sister, the tomboy Orihime, was burning with anger at her brother's baseless outburst.

"Shut it, you pig!" Orihime's cheeks flared with a bright blush. The young girl then closes her eyes, her chin high, and lips in a haughty pout, and fixes herself over her zabuton, placing her hands neatly folded on her lap. "Hmph. How uncouth," and she picks up her bowl of rice again whilst an attendant hands her a new pair of chopsticks.

"Come on, Imouto-chan! Tell Mom how much you're crushing on somebody!" Fujio prods on but with a yelp he stops and continues to eat silently. Apparently, his older brother who sat beside him, who now sported a very short haircut and a displeasing horizontal scar on his cheek, had pulled on his long braid. The fight they had before still left a scar on the younger one's shoulder and the pain of defeat still stung; there was no way Fujio was going to be beaten up twice.

Silence was upon them again and Kyoya watched as his family ate I-pin's cooking with content. He, too, enjoyed it very much despite the veggies. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling of seeing how his little girl is becoming a grown woman. A long time ago she would play with dirt and be full of scrapes and wear her hair short and maybe wear her brothers' clothing because she believed herself to be a boy. But now, she was trying so hard to become like her mother who is graceful and classy. Compared to I-pin, Orihime is very stiff. And she was beginning to realize how good it is to be around boys, romantically speaking.

'Wait, she's crushing on who?' Then at that moment, two pairs of chopsticks angrily smash against their low table, rattling the dishes, bowls and glasses they had. The two, Kyoya and Kirio, had an unpaintable expression upon their faces. Their eyes soon fall upon the youngest.

"Who's this guy?" Kirio half shouts, sending his family into a shock. He never expressed that much surprise. He was always the unperturbed, monotonous and apathetic member of the family, even beating Kyoya

As for Kyoya, he was calm and empty. There was but one thing to say, "You're not allowed to get a boyfriend." And with a scathing glare, he looked straight into Orihime's pained eyes, "You marry who I tell you to marry."

I-pin was quick to protest. "Dear! That's unfair!" After all, the two of them hooked up out of love.

Again, the young Orihime was about to protest. Stopping midway with her voice and words stuck in her throat, she sat obediently over her zabuton, the only comfort she has against the hard floor. All she ever does after the argument is to tuck a stray strand of her hair behind her ear and continue to eat.

Fujio then sees how his sister has become an obedient pup from a rambunctious sister she once claimed to be. And it pained him as well that she cannot be with the person she loves, albeit she does not understand her own feelings and what love really is. He places his chopsticks on the table and clears his throat to speak, "Come on, Dad. It's YamaKen anyway. So you don't have to be so worked up," was what Fujio supplies as he sipped from his miso soup.

Both I-pin and Kyoya had to ask, "YamaKen?"

"Yamamoto Ken," but it was Kirio who answered, his voice laced with unrestricted hate and malice.

Yamamoto Ken is Yamamoto Takeshi's son and is, by far, the most useless whelp in the group comprised of the Tenth Vongola generation's children. The boy, as old as Orihime, was flameless. No matter how he tried he could not light any kind of ring. Not only that but YamaKen is only useful in baseball and isn't even trying to match up to the others, as Kyoya remembers the boy. There was no way that Kyoya would let his daughter marry a weakling.

"That herbivore's weak," Orihime spat.

Fujio was in thought. "Then why do you blush so much around him? And why do you always run away when he's around?"

"That's enough. No weaklings are allowed in my family." With this statement, the kids smirk and puff out their chests, regardless of their previous emotions. Being regarded strong by their father, the strongest Guardian of the Vongola Tenth, was more than enough honor to last a life time, well for these kids, that is. They all turned quiet and contented, with only eating in their minds.

"You all are battle idiots…" and I-pin serves his boys seconds.

The next morning, Kyoya's kids were getting ready for the day while he was getting ready to meet the Vongola remnants at the airport. There was something about resurrecting the former glory.

I-pin looped his tie to a finish and her hands glided over his chest as they smooth down his white dress shirt, eliciting a contented sigh from the man. Then she parts from him and fetches his coat, her words a bit wistful, "I'll be seeing you later, then? It would be lonely and the bed would be cold."

"I'll bite those herbivores to death if they plan to overstay." Kyoya rarely joked but his rare moments was always met by I-pin's laughter, no matter how corny the joke is. Now, she is quite in deep thought.

"Hn? What's wrong?" Kyoya asks as he slips his arm into his coat that I-pin held out for him. "Still thinking about Orihime?" The woman nods weakly and looks at him pleadingly. "I was joking. That girl is like you. She will not choose somebody who's weak." With these simple words, the twinkling returned to I-pin's eyes and Kyoya swore that she was about to cry. Still, the mixed feelings of relief and anger bug him; the idea that his little girl was touching a boy, or maybe a man—I-pin is ten years younger than him and Kyoya did not want to rule the possibility out—is currently tying his guts into a tight knot. There is the strong desire to know.

The couple got out of their room, the walk through the huge Japanese manse was painfully long, but the two knew well that it was time they could spend hand in hand, which Kyoya enjoys more when no one is around.

Soon they caught up with young Orihime who was putting on her shoes, an unmistakable black haired boy standing diligently over her. The boy notices the Hibari couple quick and bows low to both, "Good morning, boss!" and straightens quickly. His strong chin and thick brows like his father's, Kusakabe Tetsuhiko was becoming more and more a man with each passing day. And more like his father without the pompadour.

At the sight of this boy, I-pin's worried look turns into a bright happiness and she places a hand over the boy's arm and with a gentle squeeze on it, she causes him to blush furiously. "Tecchan! I see you've been working out. That's good. Take care of my little girl, ninja-san." Her smile was like a million-watt light and the boy blushes further at her remark.

"I'm not a ninja, Anego… I still have a ways to go," the boy says with a sheepish smile.

"I am a Hibari. I do not need his help nor do I need a shadow." Orihime then flips her hair over her shoulder, her usual superiority oozing out. "Tetsu-kun!"

The boy in question turns to see his mistress already by the gate. But he does not fail to be polite to the oyabun and his wife, "Missus, of course I will. Boss, please excuse me," and runs after his charge.

Alone again, I-pin turns to see her husband's face for the last time that morning and happily comments, "Isn't he energetic?" and swiped a few pats over Kyoya's shoulder then straightening the coat again for good measure.

"Kun?" Kyoya was thinking aloud; his brows scrunched in a deep frown all the while he kept a neutral, relative to anger, but confused look.

"Kun?" I-pin was surprised that he gave it that much thought. "Dear, she's been calling Tecchan Tetsu-kun since sixth grade." She places her palms on the sides of his head and places a gentle kiss on the middle of his brows and with soothing words, she placates the man somehow, "No need to be jealous, dear. No man can ever take me away from you!"

Kusakabe the Older, then comes up to the couple and smiled proudly. "Kyo-san, we should be heading to the airport." Having doing nothing bad, the vice president was shocked to have met a very sharp glare from his boss. It was an understatement to say that Kusakabe was intrigued. In fact, he was afraid. It has been long since Kyoya had given him a hard glare, the last he was also punched for bossing him around. Nevertheless, he couldn't help but ask as to what manner of trespass he had done without his conscious thought, "Did I do something wrong, Kyo-san?"

"I'm going to kill your kid," and the Hibari patriarch gets on the car. He does not forget to kiss his wife goodbye though and waves to her as the car window rolls up. "If he ever touches a single hair on my daughter, I'll bite him to death. Burn him to ashes and grind him below my heels. And if he hurts her, I'll send him to hell, follow him and I'll kill him twice," he declared his death threat rather flatly that it was as if he was reading out a script as bad as a newbie voice actor. That or he was so out of emotions. Take a pick.

"I never knew that Kyo-san could be a very protective dad!" Kusakabe laughs nervously as he pulled through a turn as smoothly as he can. "Ah, I forgot Namimori's your first kid."

"Darn right, you are."

So I'll be trying to form a bit of a coherent setting for the story itself and maybe provide some things about the other Eleventh gen Vongola kids, whom I have yet to name. You already have YamaKen, inspired by Tonari ni Kaibutsu-kun, and Kusakabe Tetsuhiko who is inspired by Kagetora of a manga of the same name. Although I won't be concentrating on them as I said in the summary.

There you have it! Thanks for reading this far and I hope you enjoyed it. Please leave a review.