A/N: Alright! This is finally updated! (ducks various implements thrown at her) Hope this was worth the (completely unintentional) delay and that it still flows with the original chapter!

Pairing: Xanxus/Harry/Squalo

Warning: alluded slash, possibly some language, death of a table

Reunion

Ok, so on second, third, fourth, and fifth thought, maybe taking the people he and the rest of Tsuna's group had been fighting against back with Aniki and him to Takesushi wasn't a good idea.

Maybe.

At least they'd called ahead, so there was some food to distract the various Mafiosi, even if Takeshi's father forwent the typical hand cloths.

Given the current chaos, Takeshi can only wonder at his father's forsight.

"VOIII! Brats, shut up and sit. DOWN!"

"Nyahahaha, not even the Dumb Shark can catch the great Lambo-sama!"

"Shishishishishishi, stupid peasant! The prince is not a brat! The prince just needs to skin a small calf first and then he shall return to his seat."

"EXTREME! I shall also extremely join this EXTREME game of tag!"

"G-guys, just…calm down? Please?"

"Dame-Tsuna, that's not the way to handle the most feared assassination squad in the mafia."

Ignoring the chaos behind him, seeing as nothing was broken (yet), Takeshi turns to his brother.

"So, um…."

Hari smiles, eyes soft and sad.

"I'm sorry. I know I've been in and out of touch for a while, and I wasn't even really here for much of that year before I left. I should have come home sooner."

Home.

Takeshi lowers his eyes. "No, you needed to go. You were…pretty restless, especially in the last few months before you left."

Hari hums lightly, "Maybe, but I definitely should've come home earlier. I'll be sure to clear my schedule for at least a week every couple of months."

This is apparently the cue for all of the Varia to shoot over to the booth Takeshi is sharing with his brother.

"Noooo, Hari-chan~! I won't get to have enough time to make you new clothes each month if you leave like that and don't organize my paperwork!"

"Gah, traitor! How could leave the Varia and the boss like that?"

"No! The prince does not agree with the noble taking time off that often."

"…You'll owe me money if you keep with the current arrangement."

Hari just presses his head into his hands and groans, muttering, "Goddamnit, you bloody nosy pricks."

With a sigh, he looks up at the best of the Varia.

"Look, I haven't been home for over two years before today, and I like keeping abreast of what's going on in my brother's life from his own mouth and in his company. So. Yes. I will be making greater use of my vacation time this year and in all future years. ALL of you have used your vacation time in some shape matter or form this past year. I have taken five days."

"But—"

"No. Buts. Xanxus, Squalo, you're free to join me on these trips if the times line up. The rest of you, get back to your seats."

Takeshi, along with the rest of what will become the Vongola's tenth generation, watch as the Varia scurry back to their seats (some with what might be called a pout in any other circumstance).

It's stunning, how his brother can…well, not control, but temper the eccentricities of the Varia so that they comply with more social norms. There's probably a story (or twenty) behind that, and Takeshi can't wait to have the time with his brother to actually ask and hear the stories.

Actually, he'd like to rehear most of the stories his brother has told him in the past – presumably, many details were left out, given that he wasn't 100% certain his brother actually worked in the mafia until today (hey, his brother was in Italy and wearing lots of suits! Sue him for watching American movies occasionally) and there was probably a lot of context that Takeshi had missed from his brother's stories.

Still, it had been niggling at his mind for awhile….

"Hey, Aniki," Takeshi lowers his voice a little, letting the chaos that had returned almost as soon as the Varia had retaken their seats to cover his voice, "what, exactly, is your relationship with Xanxus?"

Despite the surprisingly violent blush that blooms on his brother's cheeks, Hari is spared having to answer that question when Tsuyoshi sets platters of sushi in front of both brothers.

"Glad you're back, Hari-kun! You should come over again while you're here. I've heard a few interesting things you might want to know."

Hari smiles at Tsuyoshi's warm greeting, though his eyes grow dark at the rest of the message.

"Yes, it's good to be back. I can come 'round tomorrow around two, if that works?"

"Yes, the shop might still be a bit busy, but yes, that'll work."

"Alright." Hari settles back against the booth, apparently content with a set time to find out more about this information. Takeshi, however, files this conversation away for further exploration at a later time. There's no way he's getting anything more out of his brother now, if his dad and Hari won't speak about it with the others in the room.

With a final grin, Tsuyoshi backs away from their table to grab other platters for the rest of the group.

Takeshi eyes his brother. Sure, his hair is longer than it was last time they'd Skyped, his face slightly more worn by stress and laugh lines, his eyes still have that ability to change from brilliant viridian to some color closer to shaded emerald depending on his mood. Still, over all, he seemed much happier than when he'd left – much less jittery, more comfortable in his skin.

Of course this prompts him to muse, "Well, whatever your relationship with Xanxus is, it must be doing you some good – you seem more relaxed now. Is he that good in bed?"

Perfectly timed, the question nearly causes his brother to spit out his tea.

Choking slightly, Hari glares at Takeshi, who's wearing an entirely too innocent expression.

"Really?"

"Hmm?"

Hari rolls his eyes, and then follows with a growing smirk. "Yes, his is good in bed – why? Want to hear all about it?"

"NOPE! Nope, no details necessary!" Takeshi waves his hands in front of him, as if they'll be able to catch any unneeded words before they can reach his ears.

Hari continues smirking.

"However…." Takeshi grins, "you do realize I have to give him the whole speech about treating you right, you know?"

Hari's smirk falls. "Merlin's muddy socks…. Do you really have to?"

"Yes."

With a clatter from the sushi dishes, Hari's head lands on the table, where he starts muttering various profanities in a variety of languages.

"Hmm, and I guess I should say it again to Squalo, too? You're with both of them – I heard those hints earlier correctly, right?"

Hari begins repeated banging his head against the table, while continuing to mutter profanities.

Fortunately for the table (Takeshi's seen more than one break under the force of his brother's head and exasperation or other emotion causing him to decrease the World Table Population), the Varia are an excellent distraction.

Or, Squalo shouting is.

"HARI YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU KNEW THE SQUALO TORO!"

Takeshi revises his assessment of the table's lifespan.

Notes:

Squalo Toro - Bull Shark, which according to the internet (and my very, very short research session) is one of the three sharks most dangerous sharks. If this translation is incorrect, or my info regarding sharks is incorrect, feel free to let me know.

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~Fini~