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A/N on the bottom as per usual.
Tsuna stared at his twin sister, mouth slightly agape.
Tsuki stared back blankly as she wordlessly walked into the house just before dinner with a few shopping bags and a loud-mouthed cow-child along, while he stared with something akin to shock as his normally cold and unresponsive younger sister barely bat an eyelash at the arrogant boy now clinging to her neck with his grubby hands in her spiky mess of hair with what looked like a very uncomfortable angle whilst screaming' quite' loudly into her ear, tiny feet planted onto her shoulders as she chewed her pocky as she shuffled slightly, wriggling the shoes off her feet.
She didn't look like she expected this treatment either as the cow-child laughed obnoxiously as he peered down from under caramel blonde locks at the sight of the other boy "Gyahahaha! Lambo-san's the king of the world!" He said gleefully, most likely basking in his 'awesomeness' from the new height Tsuki's head allowed him to achieve. "Hehe~ Tsu-nee's hair so spiky and fluffy!" he laughed in a more subdued tone, and beginning to clamber up onto the top of her head, tugging roughly on the hairs as he did so as she winced with every tug.
Luckily, Tsuki had the patience of a Saint when it came to children.
"!" Tsuna was by her side the moment she stepped shoeless into the house, dropping the bags as she picked Lambo out of her hair, making the child flail a little as he tried to crawl back on her head "Are you okay? Tsuki?" He asked. Something ingrained into his speech since young every time he felt concerned for his unpredictable twin.
He also felt a little uncertain as he noted dully that Lambo looked too comfortable in his Twins arms that rarely hugged him now.
Maybe even a little uncomfortable…
Maybe even a little angry the little snot-nosed brat that attempted to blow up his room was being so close to his only twin sister and …. Was the brat sticking his tongue out at him?
Reborn's foot nailed him on the head once again before he could snap at the cow-thing "OWW~!" causing the domino effect of him tumbling into his sister, who in turn fell onto her back as the cow-thing started screeching like a tortured banshee right into his ear, a grenade already out as he was being squished as their mom peeked out of the kitchen and remarked at how nice it was to have a bigger family….
It was the beginning of a looooong night.
….
Sawada's where cursed. CURSED HE SAYS.
The smell of chocolate was evident in the kitchen today as I stirred languidly into a giant mixing bowl, listening to the explosions caused by 'Reborn's Spartan Tutoring Class', trying to think of nice things for a change.
Lambo was somehow still asleep on the table, mouth covered in chocolate cookie crumbs as he mumbled quite adorably in his sleep, an empty plate by his side now vacant of cookies I'd given him earlier.
I closed my eyes and sighed as I took in the peaceful atmosphere, trying to ignore the urge to barge into the room and smack Reborn away with a spatula and look back on the day….
No assassins, no Tsuna suddenly in DWM (Dying Will Mode for short), no Yamamoto jumping to his death (His fangirls would probably revive him somehow with their magical 'fangirl'-ness dark sorcery anyway. Which in retrospect, very disturbing indeed. Indeed.) No Gokudera (For some reason, he was absent again.) and no Hibari trying to kill me for a hole-y skirt (Which was fixed.) and class was pretty much normal.
I breathed in deeply, the scent of coco from the batter filling my senses…
Ahhh, the peace, the somewhat quiet, no near death instances….
All shattered with one simple decision my mom made….
"Tsu-chan! I've decided that you needed a tutor as well!" Happily states my air-headed mother on the fine afternoon of the next day (Which was today, which was now actually. In fact, ignore what I said) while I practiced making a chocolate cake with the mix I bought yesterday, successfully cutting into my 'relaxing' moment and thoroughly ruining it with that supposedly innocent sentence.
I deadpanned as the egg in my hand fell to the floor with a loud *Splat*, body going rigid at the supposedly 'innocent' idea my mother just had, which just might spell even more doom, depending on the tutor "….What…." I state emotionlessly, looking robotically towards my dear mother who merely sparkled. I twitched "….A tutor…?"
My mother smiled happily as she nodded her head, not even noticing the ruined egg on the floor as she waved a piece of paper in my face, ignorant of the loud booming sounds coming from the second floor as I stared at it as if it would blow up in my face "I got another letter in the mail from the tutoring agency Reborn-kun works in this morning! Vongola Enterprises… sounds so classy!" She exclaimed as I facepalmed and her side, brown batter in front forgotten for the moment. "It says "I will teach your child to be more confident and social, improve their abilities and prepare them for the future!"." She reads happily "See? Tsu-chan would benefit from this Tutor as well! In fact, I've called them over this morning while you two where in school! It's not fair that only Tsu-kun has ….Tsu-chan….Are you okay?"
The reason my mother asked that question? I was currently sitting in a dusty corner, drawing circles on the floor with a dark aura hanging dreadfully around my small body as I sulked.
My life….my life was RUINED EVEN MORE!
*Cue nonexistent Waterworks*
"Oh don't be like that Tsu-chan!" Mom said as she shook my shoulder, trying to push me out of my misery with a soft tone "I'm sure it would be a lot of fun having this tutor! Like how Reborn-kun and Tsu-kun are right now!" Her sentence was punctuated by a loud explosion that slightly rattled the house from another one of Reborn's violent 'tutoring' "See?"
It wasn't a surprise when my aura darkened even more in dread at that. Even as my face stayed blank.
What horrors would I face this time!? Death by food poisoning? Manic assassins trying to kill me for no apparent reason!? A ….SPARTAN BABY?!
…
I'm soooo close to hyperventilating right now.
*Ding Dong*
…
Odd, Horrors moved surprisingly fast.
"Oh! That must be them!" My mom said cheerfully as she went to the door, with me following reluctantly along by creeping along the wall like some random creature of darkness as she opens the door so at least I could take a peek at my supposed 'tutor' through the crack of the open door.
What I saw made me slam the door with my back facing it, eyes wide as I shook my head frantically at my mom, hoping she got the message of "DO NOT OPEN THIS FREAKIN DOOR!"
"Tsu-chan! That isn't polite!" My mom just berated with a slight reprimanding tone as I pressed against the door, shifting my body so that my mother could not open the door "Really Tsu-chan! You should know better than this!" she scolded as I just shook my head more.
*Ding Dong*
I had the sudden childish urge to find a hammer, some iron nails, and a few wooden planks to barricade the door in true cartoon fashion. After tossing Reborn out with childish flair, that is.
That would undoubtedly fix alllll our problems…
"Tsu-chan!" My mom glared down at me, hands on her hips as she looked on angrily, almost towering over my short-stature, intimidating me. Yeah, I know, Pathetic right? Little me, who stood up against a mafia-teen with dynamite whilst wielding scissors, was scared of a young-looking mother of two. Sigh. "Leave the door at once! It isn't polite at all!" She scolded as I wilted pathetically under her mighty mom-stare "Now!"
I twitched, slipping off the door (Very reluctantly, I should add) and standing to her side as she finally opened the door the reveal my very own 'little horror'.
A small albino baby looked back up, hair held back into two long braids held together by red ribbons while bangs covered the right side of her face that was slightly framed by more hair, held together in their own ribbons, dressed in a small white high-collared long sleeved dress while holding a small business card that said "Good Afternoon, I am the Home Tutor, Lucine 'Pronounced as Lu-chi-nee'."
"Whoa~!" My mom said with a small awed tone as I glared at her, not fooled like I was with Reborn. See what good did that bring? Pain and Eventual Death! "Are you Reborn-kun's friend too? And so young and already a tutor! Both of you must be very intelligent!" She said loudly as she clasped her hands together as I felt my soul trying to leave as the little toddler looked on quietly, not making any reaction to these claims nor denying anything with a small calm smile on her face.
She was so quiet, silently standing there, that it somehow caught my attention because of that.
My mom must have noticed it too, because as much as an airhead she was she knew when someone wasn't actually replying her "Ara? Are you okay?" She asked the toddler with a worried tone, to which Lucine held out another card in response.
" I am mute, so I cannot verbally answer your questions. Please pardon the intrusion." With a small innocent looking cat-smile, eye closed.
My mother once again made some comment which sailed overhead as I looked at the baby more closely.
She had bunny-ears that stuck out from her head, the red of the headband a stark contrast to her hair.
…
She also had a small white, grey cored pacifier that was glowing brightly, now that I notice.
….
Is it fine to say I was now doomed?
…
That escalated pretty quickly.
I slammed the door of the oven up, the batter inside as I tried not to feel an icy prick where I knew a certain someone was watching from the general direction of the table, the crimson eye trained on me as I turned back and walked to the sink, dumping some bowls and twisting the tap open, the water gushing out.
Though I was being very suspicious of the baby that had turned up on our doorstep (After all the chaos that has happened lately, can you exactly blame me?), Lucine was surprisingly mellow and calm. She had not tried to kill me in the small time frame with a bad-ass gun pulled out from the 'inter-dimensional mallet space' I expected all talking possibly trigger-happy babies (Reborn had destroyed the 'innocent baby' look forever…and ever.) to possibly have as she sipped silently at the hot tea my mom served, her sleeves an overlapping of white over black hanging limply, never showing her hands.
She was almost like a breath of fresh air if she wasn't a baby who was wayyy too intelligent and all that weird shit that came with it.
I scrubbed in a dark mood as Mom just gushed at how adorable she was (Without ever wondering was it even possible for babies to be so intelligent), and how responsible of her to raise her 'very-shy-little-Tsu-chan' and telling her to take care of me and 'blah blah blah-whatever positive-blah' as I tried not to think about how she might actually be here to assassinate me by poisoning my food or something.
….
Nope, I was just paranoid. Extremely paranoid. Ahahaha….ha…ha…
…
That could totally happen.
While I was occupied by my thoughts, Lambo, who had rolled to the far side of the table in his restless sleep like the apparent cow-child that I somehow grew fond of (Which I will never understand how…. Exactly….), woke up groggily and craved all things sugar, evident at how he started his normal whining about it "Mama…." He whined when he saw my mother, and some scrabbling sounds of his feet on the wooden table was heard as I placed a now clean bowl onto the plate dryer, letting the water drip off as he stared complaining "Lambo-san's bored, and Lambo-san wants' candy~! Mama~! Buy Lambo-san candy *Insert long childish rant here that I did not bother to listen*"
I found it odd that Lambo had not noticed the rabbit-themed baby who was sipping tea and 'conversing' with my mother at the moment (Or me, for that matter), but chose to ignore it for the plate of cookie crumbs he'd left, trying to avoid the stare Lucine gave me as I did so.
The tension was thick, but barely there. Mom never noticed.
"Now now Lambo-chan! Would you follow me to the shop then? You can pick your favorite candies there yourself then!" Mom said cheerfully to the child in her arms, who whooped in glee as he chanted some mantra filled with 'Candy' and 'Lambo-san' "Tsu-chan, I'll leave you to show Lucine-chan around then! Make her at home!" And before I could think about protesting, she was out of the door, bag in hand as I just turned to see the albino there, alone and sipping calmly on tea.
Uncomfortable silence dawned upon us both as we both looked at each other silently, one a voluntarily mute due to horrible people skills, the other actually mute because….she was apparently.
Not a very good combination, I'll admit.
…
How did I get into this situation again?
….
Oh yeah, mom wanted me to have a tutor.
…
Why does my life suck?
Lucine tilted her head at me as I continued to stay silent while I internally mourned about my now ruined life, sipping the tea once in a while as I stood there silently, not know exactly what I was supposed to do at this point Apparently she got bored of the silence as she sighed silently, placing the empty cup of tea onto the table, eye closed as I watched on, wringing my wrists and craving for some pocky to munch on.
A small whooshing sound, and I blinked in surprise as she suddenly leaps off the chair and landed on my chest, her sleeved hands gripping onto the sides of my face while my back met painfully with the sink as my hand grabbed the corner as she practically shoved her face into mine, crimson eye glaring right into my blue-caramel, her feet finding their place on my shoulders as she turned my head from side to side, gazing meticulously as if looking for something as I held my breath angrily, not very comfortable in this sudden breach in personal bubble, hand twitching to smack her viciously off me.
Yet, something…something was holding me back from hurting her, and I found my arms wouldn't even lift to smack her away for some reason as she locked her eyes with mine, her crimson eye catching my attention from…odd it looked.
In all my short life of watching, learning, feeling (Which I will always admit is not much), I've never seen an odder eye before.
It looked like it was whirling and moving, with tightly reined unnameable emotions, mixing and converging and destroying and violent as a storm as it glimmered slightly from the sunlight streaming from behind me from the open window, more overwhelming than anything I have ever seen before, making me widen my eyes as she reached out to me, her sleeved hand about to reach my own eyes, now most likely showing shock.
She almost reached my left eye before she leaps off, a gunshot sounding seconds later and a plate to my left shattered into small jagged pieces when bullet hit it, a smoking hole marring the white wall "...!"
Lucine, in the face of such danger as a randomly firing gun surely aiming for her face (Not the Face!), merely swiped her arm quickly towards the door with a calm look plastered on, and a few muffled thumping sounds hitting wood were heard from the outside of the kitchen door before a black blur zoomed in, gun blazing and fedora-less with an oddly brightly glowing yellow pacifier as she landed on the table, landing softly on the oak and barely a sound as Reborn pointed at her forehead, squeezing the trigger.
I was about to start panicking (Not the Face! No shooting, period!) when Lucine just pushed the barrel of the pistol away the moment it fired, making the bullet embed itself into the wall as her hair fluttered violently from the force of the bullet whizzing by, all without flinching as she pulled out a small envelope sealed with a red-wax stamp that blazed with an orange flame as seen on Tsuna during DWM and held it in front of his face.
A short silence blanketed us, as the two infants, one clad in black, the other white, had a sudden stare-off and froze in place as I breathed hard, heart pounding in my chest from all the adrenaline suddenly pumped into my systems.
The tense silence was eventually broken however, when Tsuna literally crashed into the room and smacked his head onto the table in his destructive clumsy state with a loud "HIEEEEEEE~!" and making the two babies looked down at him with very unimpressed faces as I facepalmed.
….
Why was my life suddenly such an eventfully awful one?
….
WHY?
….
What did I do to deserve this? What did I do?
The cake was done by the time Reborn and Lucine had both calmed down, trying not to kill each other and comfortable enough to the point that Reborn apologized (What…Reborn….APOLOGIZED?) to her and even offered her some freshly brewed espresso (O-kay…?) while Tsuna freaked out that there was ANOTHER intelligent baby acting as ANOTHER home tutor who might bring ANOTHER whole lot of trouble and that his head hurt. A lot.
Which was normal considering that he did try to accidentally plant his soft face deep into hard oak…I guess?
I sighed, pulling out the brown cake that looked like it was trying to cave in on itself when it hit room temperature (Looked like it was trying to escape my face for some reason…Was it really that intimidating?) as Reborn read the small envelope with his fedora back on (It was pinned to the wall outside with what looked suspiciously like shuriken), their pacifiers now normal and not glowing like some funky light-show while Lucine was merely smiling as the hit-man read, before sipping his espresso and looking up with a less serious 'I-keel-you!' expression than when he was going to kill her.
Which, sadly to say, was not much of a difference in the first place anyway, what with his blank expression only marred by his evil, evil smirk of evilness that was permanently there. His perma-smirk perhaps? We'll go with that. "Lucine is here on the Ninth's behalf on training your Sister." He notified my twin, who looked on suspiciously at Lucine, like I did, prior to him smashing his poor forehead onto our dining table that is. I think we have some medicinal balm somewhere… "She's here to ensure that Emo-Tsuki gets the training she needs to become an important asset to the Vongola family as I am currently focused on you instead."
"That's dangerous! Tsuki is a girl!" Tsuna snapped at the two nonchalant babies, who both sipped at their espressos at the same time….weird "Anyway, I had said many times before that I REFUSE to be the boss of some mafia family!" He yelled as I sweatdroped to the side as both babies blatantly ignored him.
Maybe Lucine might be a Spartan after all….
….
I'm DOOMED I TELL YOU!
Reborn just ignored Tsuna's panicking and my inner turmoil (Like the Spartan Tutor that he was per usual) and went on to explain about Lucine's arrival.
Turns out Reborn had never met this other baby in his life before, and thus, he was very suspicious.
Which resulted in the form of him; who is known as thee Greatest Hit-man Baby in the world, emphasis on the thee, trying to kill her via Leon-gun a mere moment earlier because she might have been one of the ones that he currently despised (Though he would not answer who these ones are, exactly. Maybe there was another whole group of bat-shit crazy hit-men babies!?)
That, or Reborn wanted her to have a warm welcome through combat.
…
Reborn was a baby of many deep, analytically and disturbingly violent thoughts, after all.
And that sounded so wrong on so many levels.
"Lucine here was sent by the Ninth himself. As the current head of the family, his orders naturally trump your lame arguments, Dame-Tsuna." I caught Reborn saying as I blinked out of my weary thoughts, looking towards him and Lucine who just sat there mutely, both sipping on espresso, though Lucine didn't look all that happy with the bitter drink, and kept glancing to the sugar of the corner of her eye. Seems like Reborn liked it black "And like I was ordered by the Ninth to take you on as my student, Lucine is also to take on your sister as a student and train her as she sees fit." Lucine backed it up by holding up a card that said "Your own choices in this are obsolete." With a cat smile.
I sweatdroped again at the harshness displayed using the faces of such cuteness.
It should be illegal for such evil to look so…cute!
"Huh! No way!" Tsuna now started to show his frustrations by screaming, I noted dully as I stared at the cake before me that looked kinda ugly. Actually, very ugly, like it was just some mud-pie in the miraculous shape of a cake while it sank lower as I peered closer, like it was seriously alive and afraid of my face. That is just sad. Really. "You can't force us to do that! Don't we have a say in this?!" he screeched at the two babies.
"No." Bluntly states Reborn, before Leon transformed into a Gun "Now let's continue on Algebra, you are terrible in it, and that is unacceptable." The clicking of the Leon-gun sounded ominously in the brightly colored kitchen "Bring down your homework, now."
The one-sided gun-fight then ensued, with lots of screaming and yelling and Cake-fighting and deadpanning.
….
Yep, my cake became ammunition for the war.
…..
What a waste.
...I shalt salute you while I hide under the table...cake.
The next morning was fortunately much more toned down in terms of Chaotic Happenings and was much more peaceful.
…..
I WAS KIDDING.
That was what I Hopped would have happened actually.
But it turns out there was a reason why Lucine, who seemed like the exact opposite of Reborn, still went so swimmingly swell with Reborn like a delicious plate of cookies with a glass of warm milk, only with more blood and pain and razors in your mouth as you attempt to swallow only to find out there was rat poison in the milk when someone blatantly told you with a straight face.
She was a SPARTAN. A SPARTAN FROM LEONIDUSES OWN ARMY OF GENERAL SPARTANS WHO ARE THE SECOND BOSSES OF SPARTANS THEMSELVES.
And Hell did she show it.
"If this much already was so much trouble, how are you going to survive the Mafia?" She wrote in a small writing pad with marker as she rode on a small tricycle as I ran down the street, breath coming out in large pants as I greedily sucked in air, tongue hanging out as sweat dripped down my brow as my heart hammered away, throat dry as a desert as I tried not to fall on my face.
Which almost happened about thrice….I think?
Now many of you would might be wondering…or at least, I think you should be wondering, the following sentence "Why the *Preferred Swear-word Insert* are you almost collapsing in the middle of…somewhere?"
Now, let me explain. (By the way, I'm still in civilization if you're wondering.)
It began when Lucine decided that she wanted to test my skills so she could get a better grip on my ability and thus train me accordingly so without over working me.
First was a FREAKING ENDURANCE TEST AT 5 IN THE MORNING.
Which technically was overworking already, but don't tell her that to her face.
Because she was dangerous. And armed to the bunny-ears she wears with Shurikens.
…
Yes. You heard me.
Shurikens. Oh, Explosive Shuriken's are a favorite by the way.
How did I freaking know that? She threw one at this humongous tree that perhaps hundreds or THOUSANDS of years old when Lambo came back to annoy her by calling her a bunny-vampire (Maybe he was high on sugar or something, I will NOT put it past mom to give him like a whole crate of candy just because he wanted it), and it FREAKIN exploded into itdy-bity bits of smoldering wood pieces that floated like fire-flies and smelt of smoke and mass destruction, all with her calm smile.
And from that, I learned a few things that where important.
Lucine was a trigger-happy, mute and possibly a psychopath that loved to see children cry (Because there was a much more cheerful smile on her face when Lambo pulled out the waterworks, only to have Reborn hit him with Leon-hammer like some demented Whack-A-Mole) and could spawn trees on a whim.
I mean, I swear that tree never existed until like…yesterday when she blew it up epically!
And also, her shuriken are wicked little blades of MEAN. Like tiny meat hooks with inwardly curved blades serrated for maximum damage and possibly tipped in poison from the way they evil gleamed in the light. Possibly, I mean.
Maybe she even had mini-pufferfish as shuriken…..
So now I had let that out, everyone knows that to survive, you do NOT, I repeat, do NOT piss off talking babies. Ever.
(Also, I learned mass destruction smelt like smoke….maybe with blood in the mix. But that's already beside the beyond point.)
And that is why I was currently out running so Lucine could test the level of my endurance by forcing me to run around the whole neighborhood. Five times. Without stopping. Because she could do that with her freaking shuriken.
Now imagine this. As a teenager whose life centers around manga, studying, sleeping, their ditsy family members, eating lots of pocky and the occasional sporting event, what happens when such a teenager is suddenly kicked out of bed at 5 A.M in the morning after a horrendous night of trying to calm a cow-child down after seeing a tree dying for the sake of just dying in a giant fancy explosion?
Hell, add in a sadistic baby with explosive-poisonous-painful looking throwing weapons to spice it up…
And,
Feel like dying already?
That's how I feel.
"Is that all? Reborn mentioned that your endurance should be a little better than the Vongola Tenth." Lucine writes with a bored disappointed look on her face as I stopped at a wall, gasping hard as I wiped my sleeve furiously at my forehead, trying to dry of the sweat that kept on coming as my stomach did slight flip flops, legs aching as I drew in deep breaths to calm my hammering heart "You'll need lots of work." She wrote the warning with a small frown as I just glared at her, wishing for a glass of water as I rasped, not even able to talk even if I wanted too.
And, then and there for once, after all that had happened, Life decided that I needed to some good in my life before I could be counted as only a whole mess of something over gone wrong because….
"Here!" A glass of water floated into my vision for some magical reason with beautiful sparks as the barely peeking out sun streamed it sunlight through it….
Okay, it was just a normal glass of water. Please…give me a break.
I blinked at it, before landing on the hand that was holding onto it, trailing up a smooth arm, connected to a white Namimori-Chuu's outfit before I met with a pair of orange orbs that shined kindly to all….
I blinked as I noted that this random person who was offering this random glass of water (That I holy-fied in my mind) who was randomly standing there in our school uniform and giving me that smile was Sasagawa Kyoko. Namimori-Chuu's very own idol of flowery innocence, naivety and garnered a plethora of Fan-boys that could rival Yamamoto's Fan-girls in sheer number.
I blinked, looked at her in slight awe, and accepted the cool glass and downed the whole thing in one swing.
Now I understood why Tsuna thought of Kyoko as an Angel.
Turns out the place we winded up at (Lucine and I) were actually the Sasagawa Residence, and Kyoko was awake at this ungodly hour to make sure her big brother was well fed and hydrated before he went on his daily 'jogging' trips (Something I have seemed to neglect….)
Whoever that was, I was meeting right now.
And that's how I met with and learned about Sasagawa Ryohei, the captain of the Boxing Team of Namimori-Chuu, was actually the enthusiastic, big brother of Kyoko.
Though for the life of me, I wondered how stupid I had become not to notice the shared last names.
….
I'm losing my touch.
"EXTREMELY GOOD MORNING!" Sasagawa Ryohei hollered in my face while his muscles bulged as I paled, staring at the buff male in front of me with a little apprehension as Lucine sat in my arms with ear-muffs, smiling brightly as usual "YOU'RE SO EXTREME TO BE JOGGING OUT SO EARLY IN THE MORNING! YOU SHOULD EXTREMELY JOIN THE BOXING CLUB!" he yelled, grabbing me by the shoulder and looking at me with this weird fire in his eyes as I freaked out while he shook me like a rag doll.
Boy, was he one special individual.
Extremely special individual indeed.
I looked him up and down wordlessly as my head was forcefully being bobbed up and down, not answering his boisterous welcome while ignoring the painful grip on my scrawny shoulders, and a little confused as to how the HELL are these two very different people siblings?!
And I think I saw him once before…..
…
Oh yeah, I'm still freaking out right here!
"Oii-chan! You shouldn't be so loud in the morning!" Kyoko berated gently to the side as the loud-mouth backed off, looking a little apologetic as I rolled my shoulders and blinking away the wooziness, feeling them sore already as Lucine looked on wordlessly, not writing anything for the moment. Kyoko turned to me, a small smile on her face as she apologized "I'm sorry for my Nii-san, he can be a little over enthusiastic sometimes."
I deadpanned. No shit.
Still, I decided since she saved me from dehydration, I decided that it would be rude to say so, since Ryohei seems….friendly…and nice to the point he had an overpowering aura of niceness that his sister seemed to have as well that made them glow and sparkle like the Sun or something that would obviously make me feel very guilty if I insult them, mentally or verbally.
…
I kinda see why they are siblings, after all.
…
The Sun doesn't…freaking… sparkle…remember that brain.
"….It's...Okay." I mutter quietly, shifting my legs as I felt awkward standing there, against two brightly shining and positively gleaming individuals while I, the introverted wallflower whom many think of as a bitchy girl with a bitchy attitude with scissors (You…know…like emo?), stood awkwardly whilst holding a baby with weapons of mass destruction. I was wilting, wilting I tell you! "….Um…Sasagawa-kun…..Kyoko-chan…"
I mentally facepalmed at my stupidity.
Stupid awkwardness, curse you!
The Sasagawa siblings did not take notice of that, however. "YOU CAN EXTREMELY CALL ME ONII-SAN!" Ryohei yelled (Thankfully not as loud as earlier, yet still loud enough to rattle me.) "BECAUSE ANYONE WHO IS MY KYOKO'S FRIEND IS ALSO MY EXTREME SIBLING! EXTREME!" he roared enthusiastically, making me shrink again under his 'extreme' might.
Lame pun totally intended.
I sweatdroped at that as his aura seemed to just become….brighter with that…
A scene with Guy and Lee from 'Naruto' yelling about Youth while hugging each other in a manly way while crying in a manly way as a very manly sunset appeared behind them….
…..
O-kay….that was very…manly….I think.
I just continued staring as Ryohei yelled some 'extreme stuff' about 'extreme boxing' blankly, before I shook my head and let out a tired sigh as Kyoko giggled to the side, smiling cheerfully in the face of all of this extremeness of a situation.
Though I felt oddly happy for some strange, stupid reason as I stood there, watching blankly as Ryohei started yelling at me to join the Boxing Club.
I never even noticed that they never asked about Lucine.
-_-(Omake)-_-
"SO DO YOU WANT TO JOIN THE BOXING CLUB?!"
"….. No."
It was going to be a beautiful friendship.
A/N: I fail at Omakes :P
Now, before anyone mentions' about Lucine here, I have a few things to say. She is important for this story for the future, as all with the OC's I will eventually add 'Le Gasp'. They are not randomly placed there to look good for the sake of looking good and crack like that 'Le Gasp Again'. I can answer some questions about her (If anyone cared to ask), but I will not answer if it reveals to much plot.
No flamers please about this. I will use those flames to burn Byakuran's whole storage of Marshmallows and force him to suffer withdrawal. And you don't want that, do ya? He need's em for EVILLLLLLL. And EVILLL IS GOOD FOR TORTURE. *Ehem*
Now with that out of the way... Hall of FAME! :D *Random trumpets and confetti and skittles* /bricked for being noisy
Well not really, but I really appreciate the Reviews from NeitherSaneNorInsane (:D thx, thought it was horrible 0_0), Furionknight (Well, here's more!), konan 248 (Thx, I'll tell her that!), MusicOfMadness (She's just so normal isn't she?), and lastly purpleicecrystal (Be awesome too :D Like a Boss)
You are all just so...awesome. I can never be more awesome-er.
Er, er, er.
Also to all those who are reading, you are awesome too. (Everyone is awesome :D)
Writing this is not all its cracked up to be (I learned about the dreaded Author's Block...though I don't think I count as an author...yet...O-o) and I manged to pull this off...though it is one day late...Opps?
Anyway,
Read and review? /bricked by Tsukiko for making her life miserable