Nono scanned faces of the crowd before him curiously. Ah, so these were Tsunayoshi's classmates. A few looked nice enough, but the rest… He suppressed a giggle (because old men did not giggle) no wonder Tsunayoshi's Guardians were so intent on killing them. It was a wonder that they were completely uninjured right now. He smiled, that meant his heir was having more control over his guardians. Good good. That was something necessary for a don to have.
Nodding to Tsunayoshi with a smile, he turned to the crowd, "I know Sebastian has already said this, but welcome to the Vongola Mansion. Though it'll be welcome back to some of you," He peered at Tsuna and his guardians earnestly. Tsuna groaned as his classmate's eyes followed Nono's eyes to where he was. He shuffled back, trying to hide between Toshide.
Nono resisted the urge to roll his eyes fondly (because old men did not, in fact, giggle and roll their eyes), he continued, "You will be having your normal classes and extra classes held specially by Vongola staff in your stay here. Your rooms will be on the fifth floor. You will find your names on the doors.
Tomorrow, there will be a test to see your ability in combat. You don't need to stress about it, it's our job to teach you after all."
The students' mouths gaped. A test in combat? How could they not get worried? They would get pummelled! Why did they even need to learn how to fight?
Mochida however, puffed out his chest happily. He was the Kendo club captain, this was going to be a cinch! He may not be able to beat Hibari, but everyone else? He snorted as he thought about dame-Tsuna, this was the perfect time to prove his superiority!
"Well, that's that! You can all go to your rooms now, Sebastian will lead the way, " The butler nodded stiffly, "Your luggage has already been taken up to your living quarters."
Toshide smiled excitedly, "Well, see you around Decimo!" Before Tsuna could retort, he ran off after their classmates who were already crowding through the doorway.
The Vongola Don could only sigh, rubbing his temples wearily. He was seriously questioning whether Toshide would be able to keep the secret.
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Elsewhere, a ghost was running (floating) around the mansion in a rushed frenzy.
"He's back! He's back!"
The maids and butlers didn't even spare him a glance as he whooshed past them, his mantle, once again, caught a vase, sending it tumbling to the ground. They could only sigh tiredly as they went off to grab a dust and pan.
"Ah! Sorry, I didn't notice that!" The ghost however, did not in fact look very sorry. He was too excited to be sorry.
"Decimo's back!"
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Tsuna flopped down onto his bed with a groan. Sure, coming back to the Vongola Mansion was great and everything, but he couldn't help but think of the cons. Mainly paperwork. He really resented Nono for pushing more than half the paperwork onto him. But how could he say no to those sad, begging eyes? Though he swore that after he agreed a malicious gleam had appeared in his grandpa's eyes.
He rolled across the bed towards the thick role hanging from the ceiling. Giving it a sharp tug, he smiled as almost instantly he heard the sharp clicks of Sebastian's heels coming towards his room.
Ah, the perks of being a mafia boss.
The door swung open, revealing said butler holding a cup of steaming coffee and a tray of freshly baked cookies. His eyes lit up at the sight of the food. Yet, when he reached out to grab them, Sebastian shook his head.
"Not now Young Master. Your Sun guardian asked for you to come to the infirmary."
Tsuna pouted, eyes still lingering on the delicious cookies, "Hm? What did he want?" He asked.
Sebastian shrugged, "He didn't say why. Just said it was urgent so you had to come."
Tsuna sighed grabbing his tie, he said a short 'thankyou' to Sebastian and left the room towards the infirmary. Sebastian watched the retreating figure of his boss in surprise. Usually he would kick up a fuss about going to work after he just came back. He looked down onto the tray.
One of the cookies was missing.
Sebastian sighed in exasperation, a fond smile playing on his lips.
Once out of the room, Tsuna broke into a run, cookie still hanging from his mouth. He bit into it, a little harsher than necessary. Why would Ryohei need for him to go to the infirmary? Had something happened? It was rare for Ryohei to ever call anyone to his precious 'Extreme healing zone.'
Turning a sharp left, he sprinted past someone who let out a curse as he was shoved to the side. Suddenly his hand was grabbed, stopping him in his tracks.
"Watch where you're going Dame-Tsuna," Osamu sneered, grip tightening on the Sky's wrist.
Tsuna was unperturbed, "What do you want?"
Osamu's glare sharpened, "Don't take that tone with me you pathetic weakling. Just because you've been here once doesn't mean you can act like you own the place."
Tsuna sighed, "Please let go, I'm busy right now." He winced slightly as a punch made contact with his face.
"You stupid little-"
"Hm~ Are you bullying Decimo?"
Osamu stiffened as his hand on Tsuna tightened, he growled, "I'm gonna ruin your life, Dame-Tsuna. I'm gonna show your little followers just how pathetic you are." Then he threw his hand down, running off towards the dorms.
Tsuna looked up to meet the speakers eyes, "Huh, this time he didn't even need to look at you before running off. It's a new record." His eye's traced down to the person's feet, which were floating lazily above the ground.
"Primo."
"Welcome back, Decimo."
The ghost paused, looking at the ground with a pout, Tsuna raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong?"
He was shocked to see tears gathering in the sky blue eye's of his ancestor, "Y-You didn't call even once, or come back even once, or-" He sniffled, still babbling.
Tsuna gaped, "W-What? I-I.. Wait! Don't cry! I-I'm sorry okay? So d-don't cry," He looked around desperately, searching, no-one was here. Oh god, if the red-headed right hand man saw this. He was so dead!
Then he noticed the cookie still clutched tightly in his hand. Did Giotto like sweets? Oh well, he might as well find out. Lighting his ring, he carefully held the half bitten cookie over the ring. Slowly, the cookie turned orange as it glowed with fire.
Giotto sniffled, looking up at Tsuna with puffy eyes. Cautiously, Tsuna handed the glowing cookie to the ghost, "Um, you like sweet things, right?"
No answer.
'Hieeee! Please say something! G's going to kill me!' Tsuna thought, biting his lip as his great great great (How many greats were there?) grandpa bit into the cookie.
The next thing the brunette knew, he was being assaulted by pink flowers and bucketfuls of rainbows. Tsuna refused to believe that the expression on his ancestors face was worth sacrificing his precious cookie. Nup, no way.
He huffed, "I need to get to onii-san's infirmary, so I'll be leaving okay?" Giotto just looked up at him, cookie hanging from his mouth making Tsuna roll his eyes.
"I'll take that as a yes," And with that, he raced down the hallway once again, leaving a confused blonde ghost clutching a cookie in his wake.
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The door to the infirmary opened with a bang to reveal a panting boss. Tsuna paused at the door, trying to catch his breath.
"It's Sawada to the extreme! You're extremely early Sawada!"
"Early?" Tsuna glanced at the clock, "I'm almost 30 minutes late! You told me to come ages ago!"
Ryohei blinked, then realisation dawned on him, "I extremely told you to come half an hour earlier because I extremely knew you would come late!"
Feeling a smile tugging at his lips, Tsuna sighed. It was true, just walking around the mansion would end up having some sort of delay due to the ridiculous amount of people who lived there, most times however, it was those who invited themselves in that caused the most trouble.
"Oh and I saw Byakuran raiding the pantry for marshmallows before."
Tsuna groaned. That was one of them. Argh! If only he could call the police to get rid of them. Wait, that would mean getting arrested himself… right, maybe that was a bad idea.
"So, what did you want?" Tsuna asked.
The sun guardian frowned, "You need to see this." He gestured towards one of the beds. On the bed lay a man with matted black hair. He was gasping, as if for air, a recently healed wound scar slashed across his chest.
Tsuna ran towards the bed in shock, he'd recognize that face anywhere, "Alfeo!"
"Don't worry, he's fine. I healed him."
Tsuna nodded in thanks, "What happened?"
"I was ambushed, Decimo," Alfeo wheezed, "I was doing a minor information gathering mission and they suddenly jumped on me."
"Who?" The Don questioned, his gut told him that it would be bad news.
"Marcini. The bastards."
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And cut! Hmmm. So... Giotto finally made his debut. I hope you liked the chapter.
Thankyou for reading! Reviews appreciated (alot)! And well... What else do I say? Have a happy Easter! It's in a few days, but I might as well say it now instead.