Ciao! Sorry for the long wait, I'll try to upload chapter 6 soon, if not I keep feeling that this story is dying. Thanks everyone for your continuous support, I'll work hard!
Things to note (?): CRAP of the day is presented here. Also, might be too déjà vu-ish for some people…
Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn, as well as Nespresso. 8D Tsk, spoilers.
Class Reunion
Chapter 5
By Shiki Chama
Tsuna silently crept by Romano's locked room, trying hard not to make any noise. The Italian Tailor had locked himself in the room since a day after taking his measurements, and had specifically asked for silence, so as not to disturb his concentration.
It wasn't like their suits weren't done. Oh no, Mr Romano could close his eyes and get those done in about two hours, in a middle of a battlefield. (Also known as 'Gokudera-trying-to-teach-Lambo-how-to-do-Additional-Mathematics-homework'.)
Tsuna could still recall the scene when the aging man opened the door two centimeters to decline dinner. In the room, different shades of threads were strewn messily on the floor, and he could distinctly see a number of silver needles poking through a pincushion, different shades of yellow attached through the tiny holes.
His hyper intuition happily supplied that all together, there were ten different shades of yellow, and were used to sew on the Vongola symbol.
Tsuna decided to leave the man alone.
XXX
Gokudera was walking beside his boss when they passed by the hall, where maids and butlers were carrying things to and fro. He frowned silently when he saw his boss visibly freeze, raising a shaking finger to point towards something, blood drained from his face.
Following the direction of the quaking finger, Gokudera tilted his head in confusion as he saw nothing out of the ordinary.
"Boss?" he asked questioningly, hands digging into his pocket to find his box weapons. After all, Tsuna's hyper-intuition was second to none.
"P-p-" Tsuna stammered, eyes darting left and right like a deer caught in headlights. P? Was it the Pioggia Famiglia again? Thought they were a neutral family in an alliance with the Cavallone Family?
Gokudera scanned the wall again, looking for anything abnormal. Nothing.
"Portraits!" Tsuna yelped, dashing forward.
The wall consisted of portraits the size of a huge window, with his portrait being the largest, surrounded by his Guardians, nearly covering the entire wall, with only thin strips of yellow wallpaper peeking out around the borders of the wooden frames. Below his portrait there was a golden plate, with words engraved in a cursive font.
The Vongola Decimo, Sawada Tsunayoshi, and his Guardians
Gokudera ambled after his boss, craning his neck to look at the portraits in front of him. No matter how many times he had seen the portraits, he couldn't help but stare in awe at the majestic sight of his beloved boss's handsome face, full of confidence and power of the Vongola Decimo, owner of the 'House of Vongola'.
Said building also had the address of '20 Namimori Drive, Vongola Mansion'.
Ring a bell?
XXX
"Reborn, if you would gather all the house staffs at the foyer again." Tsuna asked, not looking up as he signed documents after documents, avoiding eye contact with the antique crystal bowl that held Spanner's special coffee lollipops.
Lately everything reminded him of 'Powerful Mafia Family'.
Yes, even Lambo's grape boxers.
The Italian hitman, who had been reading the 'Vendicare Times' looked up, narrowing his eyes. "I thought you didn't want to speak to me, until the whole 'Reborn-asking-someone-to-sew-the-Vongola-Crest-when-I-clearly-said-no' case was settled in Vendicare Court?" He murmured, looking back to the article he was reading. Ah, it seems that Lussuria has another restraining order this week.
"Just get everyone there. I'll be in the foyer in ten minutes. And while you're at it, bring that coffee machine to the kitchen." Tsuna ordered, not looking up from his documents.
"Tsk." Reborn clicked his teeth, walking out of the office with the coffee machine in tow.
Once out of the office, he looked at the machine. How could this lovely machine, Nespresso version 2.7, possibly remind him of the Mafia?
He continued his way to the kitchen, sharp eyes missing the glinting Vongola Crest.
XXX (Disclaimer: Nespresso is a real coffee maker from Italy, I have it at home and it's not mine!)
Gokudera grumbled as he walked down the corridors, stopping in front of a mirror to fix his tie and smooth his suit. Stupid roommate, tackling him when he was in the library. He was supposed to be an ex-baseball player! So how the hell did he tackle him like he was playing American Football?
Knocking on the office door, Gokudera self-consciously ran a hand through his hair, combing his messy hair.
"I'm coming, Hayato kun." Tsuna's voice was muffled by the reinforced oak door. Less than a minute later, the door swung open, and Tsuna stepped through, adjusting his tie. He looked at Gokudera.
"Is there anything wrong, Tenth?" Gokudera asked nervously, shuffling on his feet as he prayed that the Hyper Intuition wouldn't pick anything… alarming.
There was silence for the next ten seconds before Tsuna broke out into an incredibly sweet smile, patting some blue thread away from his right-hand man's shoulder.
"Your fly is undone, Hayato kun." And with that, Tsuna swept off to the direction of the foyer, leaving behind a red-yet-depressed Gokudera Hayato.
Of course, the smile never left Tsuna's face.
XXX
"Good afternoon everyone, I apologize for this urgent meeting." Tsuna started, looking at the smiling faces of his house staff. "It's ok, Young master Tsuna." The same old butler replied immediately, bowing slightly to the mafia boss.
Tsuna nodded, thanking the elderly man. "Thank you, Jin ojii san. But back to the topic. You do know that the class reunion will be held the day after tomorrow, and someone from the Alumni would be coming to check the venue tomorrow."
Silence as his present audience kept quiet, eyes unblinking. Hyper intuition happily supplied that they were day dreaming and were not paying attention at all, despite how they looked. Tsuna coughed, but shot Gokuera a look that clearly said, 'No, I'm not suffering from tuberculosis or anything life threatening so please let me continue talking'.
Snapping out of their trance, Tsuna smiled at them.
"To keep things short, I need you all to remove all the portraits, from Vongola Primo's generation to mine."
End
OTL.
I'm sorry, crappy ending is crap, I have no reasons/excuses to make up for my mistake. Please forgive me.
/Going to sleep now, good night~
I've just realized that it was really hard for me to hit a thousand words this time. I'm so sorry!