Disclaimer: Do not own Hitman Reborn. Because then I would have to be a mangaka and be living in Japan. Which I am clearly not.
Just read the story! /bricked by le peoples
It all started when it was morning.
The sun was rising, the birds where tweeting, blah and blah etc boring stuff etc, and the first thing I noticed when I popped my head out from under the covers to stare woefully at the brightening, tightly drawn windows of my room was that I had a terrible, terrible headache from the meticulous 'brain bleach' process of last night…
And my nose was kinda stuffy… (More like I didn't have nostrils no more and I could only breathe with my mouth.)
So, to the main point before I blabber about other nonsense, I finally fell sick from all the crazy, so-called 'Mafia' (But seriously. The Mafia had BABY HIT-MEN. Like, wow, I never knew.) stuff that happened (An attempted assassination via purple, toxic food counts as crazy. You know what I'm saying?) and all that late night skating and running into walls was doing a number on my immune system.
I blinked, and let my face half sink into the plush pillow, thoughts a little fuzzy as I thought about the situation. On one hand, I didn't want to be absent and leave Tsuna to our rambunctious classmates. (I totally ignored the tiny voice that might have belonged to Inner-Chibi that said Gokudera would do something if he felt Tsuna was being 'disrespected', though he might use...unconventional means. Okay, it was still bad.) So of course, being the stubborn teenager *coughmulecough* I was, I attempted to get up.
Groaning softly from my pounding headache, I shifted my hands and groped to find a spot so I could push myself off the bed, only for my hand to predictably meet with thin air and-
*Bang*
….
(Cue belated reaction of me clutching my wrist and spazing on the ground from pain.)
"….!" The sharp pain shot up my arm and I gave a really high pitched squeak that rang quite loudly in the silent morning.
In the end, I ended up having to stay at home for a fever…. and a sprained wrist.
Shitty luck haunted me, I guess.
(The spectacle of a child being tossed around like a beach ball, then exploding in mid-air while Tsuna was in only his boxers with an orange coloured flame on his forehead did not startle Kyoko in the least. Nope, not it the least. *We shall assume there was a very logical and non-existent reason behind this and not because she's air-headed and we are supposed to be ASSUMING.*
She however; did felt something, or more precisely some one, was missing from the almost picturesque (Jokes.) moment of everyone looking up in awe at the mid-afternoon fireworks caused by a certain shy Chinese assassin as she fell back to earth and caught by Tsuna.
Now, who could that be? Was the rather naïve girl's pondering event though other much more interesting events where happening around her.
Really Kyoko, really?)
It was the second day, a Saturday, and I still feeling under the weather. But noticeably much better, I noted, allowing for much more comfortable rest, even though the tissues that littered the ground like snow and making a mess made me squirm when I looked at it. 'Ignore it for now.' I thought to myself, turning to the white wall and staring at it blankly before snuggling into the bolster, dozing off to recuperate and attempting to ignore the chaos that was happening right outside….
*CRASH*
And sighed, slapping a bandage free palm to my face and clawing it slightly, eye twitching to the ceiling.
Apparently the sick get no rest on the Weekends, I think sourly to myself as I slowly got up, getting off the bed after I tossed back the covers (Luckily, all the aforementioned tissues where piled up mostly in one spot, allowing me to get off the bed without accidently stepping onto one. Eww.) I yanked open the door with all the flair of a sick and disgruntled teenage girl, ignoring the bang that followed (And what a mess I was. My hair defies gravity now. Cue deadpan 'yay'.) as I turned my head and peeked outside towards my brothers room, and noted a familiar tall male in a blue tee and dark hair standing there, laughing at whatever mischief he was witnessing in my brothers room while said sibling was yelling about something, panicky expression slapped on his face.
Slinking over to the room, I noted Haru…uh….creeping up the stairs at the same time. (Mom should seriously stop thinking EVERYONE was a friend.) I pointedly ignored the weebo fan-girl of my brother (Tsuna…has a fangirl….?), peeking into the room to find Gokudera somehow crouching/ chasing Lambo (Wow. I can't even waddle when I'm crouching on my legs), who was chasing I-Pin (Whom I met yesterday, since he wanted to apologize for trying to kill my brother. My disgust for the Chinese Crime Syndicate or whatever they freak they called themselves aside, I was willing to forgive the little kid. I wasn't thinking straight actually, but decided children should not be blamed for adult stupidity.)around in a rather humorous fashion.
It was to be mentioned that I was definitely NOT amused by stupid shenanigans while sporting a headache. Whoops.
"Oh! Hey Tsuki!" Yamamoto cut into what could had been a rather dry remark about today being the FREAKING weekend and all, and everyone should pipe down before I sock them in the face with my pillow(Not bolster. It was my BABY. That was a JOKE. I THINK.) in an act of sick fury (Cept Tsuna… Because nothing is his fault. I have seen it all, and been there.), giving me that cheerful hundred-watts of beautiful sunshine smile that would have made all his fan-girls lose gallons of blood. (I always felt sorry for the janitor. Blood was a pain to clean up. Especially dry.) "Heard you where sick, feeling better?" He asked in his all his Yamamoto-brand friendliness glory brand of concern or something.
I opened my mouth to answer, before promptly shutting it. You know what they (I mean introverts.) say, have nothing to say to the person? Don't say nothing.
And clearly I have no input.
…
He was still smiling at me…
…
Not gonna happen…
…
Not, happening…
…
Not-
"…Fine" I somehow sounded dull and flat even with a rasp.
…
What? WHAT?! This was YAMAMOTO I was facing here. You can NOT ignore him for long, no matter how hard you try to.
I mean, LOOK AT HIM!
Wait, you can't.
Le sigh…
I blinked, and looked on with a bored expression on my face as I yawned, pointedly ignoring Haru's yell about child abuse right beside me as I continued watching with mild interest as I-Pin used some sort of 'Gyoza Ken'…? At Lambo, forcing him to recoil before he started to float off the floor with some sort of 'psychic powers!' and thrown to the wall. Seems painful. Looks like I need to give him candy again later…
Suddenly (Because my sense of time and reaction was like….3 times slower than normal people or something.), EVERYBODY started YELLING whilst I was rubbing my sprained wrist (Wrapped in supportive bandages.) and wondering why the hell I was still standing there looking at Yamamoto's back in a daze (Induced by sickness. Sicknesses, dangerous, yes.) in my PJ's with hair fit to be called a 'Rat's Nest'. Then, Reborn's annoying voice muttered something I didn't catch, before I caught a small puff of pink that piped my almost non-existent curiosity, and I stuck my messy bed-head into Tsuna's room to find a pretty Chinese teen with cute braids, holding one of those Ramen delivery metal boxes, saying something about the Ramen becoming soggy, before I simply slunk back to my room, headache coming back with a vengeance.
Nothing to do here…
(The explosion was ignored as Tsuki continued to sleep, only furrowing her brow from the loud rattle before relaxing again, snuggling into her bolster and letting out a sigh of content.
She'd wonder about the charred grass and Tsuna's sooty face during a rather chaotic dinner involving flying cutlery, fish and poison cooking later this evening with her normal deadpann expression on, not even raising her eyebrows even when the kids started arguing again.)
Monday passed onto Tuesday, and I was still stuck at home, the flu still not leaving my system, even as my wrist was healing up nicely.
In fact, it worsened from yesterday. My sinuses, I mean. (My body is trying to deprive itself of oxygen I swear.)
(Dammit, why didn't I have some awesome, naturally occurring quick healing capabilities like Yamamoto?)
My eye twitched from annoyance as I the mouse in my hand went *click* *click* at random intervals, trying my hardest to suck in air through my clogged sinuses. No such luck (It made me seem like I was going to hack up a lung instead.). I had a sneaking suspicion on what induced my slow recovery, and it was due to me inhaling the lingering corrosive purple fumes floating about in my room from Poison Cooking as Bianchi offered to make me Congee so I could get better, which also resulted in a epic female cat-fight slash wrestling match slash 'fight to the freaking death' between the Sick Wielding Scissors and the Assassin (A.K.A Me verses Bianchi and a Pot of Disgusting Glop that can never/ should never be passed off as 'Congee' as I attempted to cut off her *coughfacecough!* luxurious hair. She dodged every time, but there was wariness in her eyes. Hah.)
Hey, she was trying to feed me poison (The 'Congee of Death', as I dub it, melted through the metal spoon she tried to feed me with and plopped into the ceramic bowl I will never be able to look at the same ever again. In fact, I'm planning to dispose of it.) and my 'fight-or-flight' survival instincts or something kicked in.
Well, at least my room isn't stained with toxic purple (Would clash oh so horribly with the curtains.), and it's nice to know Bianchi cared in her own,' over creepy stalkerish big sister-ish' way…I think.
Sigh. If only she doesn't cook poisoned food (Intentional or not. Still killer food.), and wasn't trying to kill my brother, and a huge Reborn fangirl, I might have even begrudgingly thought of her as 'cool'.
And now, on the fifth and hopefully final day, I-Pin came into the room while I was typing away on the laptop (I was bored to unshed tears.) on the bed (It's comfy and I be lazy to move around so much.), chatting to a few online friends (Yes friends.) I had somehow miraculously accumulated over the years (One or two, and even then, I rarely wrote much.) while holding a bowl of something….Black…..and liquid towards me.
In a bowl.
…
Sloshing around in the same one Bianchi used.
Oh, my, gosh….
I stared down at it. Was I supposed to drink…this?
….
I looked at the Chinese Girl, who looked at me innocently.
…..
I shifted, and took it to be polite, leaving my laptop on the bed as I sniffled slightly from moving; raising an eyebrow at it and held it, leering at it in suspicion, wondering if any leftover poison was in the bowl. I held it up to my face, trying to fine the tell-tale purple fumes of Bianchi's cooking. The only thing I got from moving my face close to the bowl was a face full of steam (Which felt nice actually, but that's beside the point.), directing my questioning look at the girl.
"Chinese Medicine." She says in slow Japanese as I held the slightly steaming bowl a little ways from me again, still slightly wary after the Poison War of yesterday (Who knows? Bianchi might have lent a 'hand', or leftover poison might just do me in.). But I-Pin was nice…I think…..yeah, she's nice. Should be safe. Should be. Should. "Good for flu!" She insisted sweetly as I looked back down at her. "I make it for you!"
… Well, I gotta drink this then.
I gulped, eyeing it for a few more moments, and after steeling myself, took a cautious sip.
And promptly gagged from the taste.
Jab
"JOIN OUR CLUB, SAWADA!"
Dodge
"NO!"
Hook
"JOIN!'
Side-Step
"NO!"
Punch
"JOIN!"
Duck
"NO!"
And the yelling extremely extreme match continues as thus.
Tsuki would have been proud (Or bored to death.)
Okay, the Chinese medicine was working, but the taste was much more hard to swallow than your usual over-the-counter flu medication, so I kindly asked I-Pin not to go through so much trouble (While secretly wondering how such a young child had the knowledge to brew Traditional Chinese Medicine while NOT an EVIL BEING WITH A BLACK HEART like Reborn.) and stuck with the usual medication, now feeling well enough to not require long naps that span several hours a day and rather hopeful that I could go to school the next day.
I sighed; yawning as I nursed a glass of water in my hands (My sprain was gone. Seemed like it wasn't too serious, since most of the weight was taken by my face. Good old faceplant. Hah.), a packet of pocky opened yet untouched, taking occasional sips in an attempt to wash out the bitter after-taste of medicine from my mouth, hair a mess (But not as bad as the previous days.) and me being my usual self as mom busied herself upstairs, doing some laundry while Lucine sat in a chair munching on cake (From where, I don't know. Looked like Shortcake.)
It was calm, it was quiet.
And naturally, that was when the evil, evil doorbell rang.
At first, I ignored it. I was tired, lazy, and in a really bad mood and feeling a little dull from all the meds in my system, and was thinking about the math homework I had decided to procrastinate on its completion along with some sort of Social Studies thing in school I'd missed. 'Great, I'm going to be paired with a bunch of weirdo/ people who I either hate, or they hate me.' I thought, taking another sip when the door opened, and instead of hearing the shoes for a pair of feet being put down, I heard a couple of shoes hitting the ground.
"….." I blinked, my intuition (Or feeling in my gut. Whatever the flying freak that meant.) told me to look out to the doorway for some reason, and when I finally did (Slowly, and regretfully if I might add.), I saw this bishie blonde dude in an army green parka waving at me with this cheeky smile on a face which I have never had the pleasure (I meant displeasure and you know it.) to ever have met, and I looked on slightly in shock at the appearance of a BEAUTIFUL FOREIGN OUTSIDER (Because I had a bad impression of them, courtesy of Bianchi.) as he enthusiastically called a "Hello my little-!"
Unfortunately, I wasn't listening to whatever he was saying, because my eyes were drawn to the men that where standing at his side, wearing all black and having this intimidating aura about them that just screamed I DO ILLEGAL STUFF!
…. I stared, my mouth almost open and eyes widened.
"I'm the Decimo of the Cavallone FAMILY." I heard the blonde dude say as I blinked in confusion again, though starting to tense up even as Lucine continued to munch.
And even though I didn't know much Italian, and wondered for a small moment what the heck a 'Decimo' is, I knew enough lingoes from Reborn to understand Family.
So….
…
Hoooooooollllllllyyyyy Faaaaaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkkkkkk IT'S THE MAFIA….!
There was 'the' blonde dude.
Who is a Boss of an Italian Mafia.
Like, sitting there in a room of a typical Japanese teenager.
Sitting in a huge black leather swivel chair as said Japanese teenager's twin stared at him, wondering why he was here, in Japan, away from Italy, and his….Mafia family thing and not trying to murder the underworld's most influential 'future' (Hopefully NEVAR.) Mafia bosses…. And the rest of his family (Biological, I mean).
….
Let's back track a little before all this weird stuff happened (Or normal stuff, seeing as it happens almost on a daily basis now.) and continue the story in first person.
In the short moment I identified these foreign people as the FRIGIN MAFIA, my body went into motion.
I leapt up from my chair, a chopping knife in hand I had swiped from the counter where my mom kept, spilling the glass in the process, I then prepared to tackle the most colourful guy in the middle donning the parka, because my logic is; Most Colourful + In the Middle Of Men In Black = Mafia Boss.
Perfect logic is perfect.
But perfect logic doesn't help when the other dude has a bull-whip as a weapon.
Like, the ffffff- ?
It happened fast. As I stood up, the blonde dude noted something off, when I grabbed the knife, he narrowed his eyes, and when I lunged at him, he had already snapped his whip out in response, shocking me as the end cracked towards me.
I cringed in pain when the whip hit the blade of my weapon, knocking my arm back as I stumbled on my feet. I braced myself for the fall (Curse you gravity!) feeling my weight tipping back and my feet losing the ground, but then a shuffle of clothing and a sound of movement later, I was caught by a pair of strong arms.
I twitched my eyes, and cracked open my eyes to see the blond male looking down at me with soft eyes, his long gold lashes casting shadows "There, almost hurt yourself." He said calmly with this tiny smile of just the right angle, and most girls in my position would perhaps have already started swooning stupidly and having epic nosebleeds or fainting at how gentlemanly he was, or how caring he was, and blah blah blah etc swooning blah etc.
But as I had mentioned before, I was not a normal person.
So, what did I do?
…..
Well, to be perfectly honest, my foot collided with his face.
And at that moment, mom opened the door to see me squishing my tiny foot against some hot Italian male, and she smiled.
"Ara? Tsuki, is this your boyfriend?"
….
"...KAA-SAN!" came the incredulous exclamation.
That was how my initial meeting with Dino Cavallone, MAFIA BOSS OF 'A' FRGIN MAFIA, went.
With me pointing my blade at him while going 'Rawr I Keel you!' though I was silent all the time and then getting saved by him only to kick his face and shiz.
Not a really good start if I do say so, especially when it is casually mentioned that he was Boss of 2 thousand plus other families that could come and dispose of us by seasoning us with a pepper of bullets and a hail of iron with all their guns or something with a seasoning of BLOW YOUR HOUSE UP.
Good thing Dino was nice then, I guess. He didn't seem to take me smashing my foot in his face too hard.
"He is my student." (And there is the reason. Because he was used to feet in his face apparently.)
Explained Reborn, who had appeared out of nowhere and started sipping his usual baby mug of espresso as my eye twitched, sitting on Tsuna's bed as Dino's subordinates cleaned up my twin's room and moved a HUGE AFOREMENTIONED leather swivel chair of luxury (I was staring at the swivel-ness of THAT. CHAIR. With a heck ton of interest. Was it a plush as it looked…? Could I sit in it? Can he leave that wonderful piece of furniture here?) that all bosses seemed to favour because it makes them look 'cool' and all that. (How stereotypical of me. Hah.) "You aren't listening." His childish voice seemed to speak up with a higher pitch, breaking me out of my dumb staring at the blond, who had this small welt where my foot had landed as he moped in his MAFIA BOSS CORNER OF MUSHROOM GROWING in his mind or something.
Hah once more.
I should laugh like this more often. Makes me seem more evil.
…
Nah, waste of non-existent breath.
"…." I looked down at Reborn while munching on pocky, who was drinking his espresso and looking at me with devious black orbs while waiting for me to answer him, like he was simply observing. Oddly, I didn't feel any fear around the mini Hit-man that I should; well, not to the point wherein I'd shriek with fear of getting shot in the forehead every time I see him pop out from some random hidey-hole of nowhere. That was Tsuna's job. And he did it well, sadly.
So I will continue to be the Emo One.
"..."
"…." Reborn looked back just as silently, observing as one would expect of him.
… (Awkward silences are awkward.)
"…." I turned my head away slowly, and my blank stare landed on Dino (Who was still rubbing his check with this woeful expression on his face very much like Tsuna would, I noted with slight humor.) Reclining on his chair all boss-like as I pointed at him "….Your student." I spoke up bluntly, making the Mafia Boss look up as the mention of being the World Greatest Hit-man's former Student and looking at me as I look back at him. I look the 'Boss' up and down, my blank stare scrutinizing him. I noted dully the tattoo he seemed to have, peeking from his left hand from under the sleeve. I then begin to deliver my verdict, halting at every word "….he…. is…. so…."
I waved my hand in the air like I was attempting to grasp air molecules, as if it would help me to pluck a suitable syllable out from the air.
Reborn looked at me expectantly, Dino looked at me expectantly, EVEN Dino's MEN looked at me…
….Err… well, Lucine looked at me with interest though…
"….wimpy…" I dead panned, deciding that the silence was pretty much unnatural (There is too many people in the house to be THIS silent.)
At first there was a beat of silence. And Dino looked at me, aghast, like the world was crumbling around him, probably thinking something amongst the lines of 'But….but….BUT….!' with a weird-ish pained expression on.
Reborn looked like he was trying not to snort in amusement because he was supposed to be cool (Though I have no idea if babies could even snort, even in amusement.) and said "Useless Dino can't even impress a girl at your age." He looked serious. I think he was just milking this of all amusement he can. "Hopefully the Cavallone line wouldn't end with you. That would be a shame." Another casual sip.
I sweatdroped at the hit-man sitting beside me as he rubbed salt into the wound, still somewhat disturbed by the fact he was a little baby, no older than 5, and he was already teaching young-to-be Mafia bosses and enjoying the fact that he could make his students squirm like that.
Spartan Babies are malicious little beings.
Dino grumbled, and sighed meekly "Stop tarnishing my reputation Reborn." He said to the hit-man, chuckled weakly, before looking to me with this 'Imma wiser than you so I will not be mad even though you tried to stab me in a kidney and kicked me in the face' look which I pointedly ignored as he continued "How am I going to make a good impression on my junior if you keep at it like that?"
Reborn pointedly ignored him, and sipped his freshly brewed espresso.
Dino slumped unhappily, seemingly resigned.
And I felt somewhat sorry for him. I mean, I DID kick him in the face, and he came all this way…
"…" I offered the poor dude some pocky. "….here…" I said, because he was moping and I felt inclined too, rattling the box of pocky in my hand
He looked at me, then at the snacks
And he took one.
His men took one each.
Reborn took one.
Lucine took one.
And suddenly, I needed to get more pocky from my secret stash.
And before long, all of us where munching on boxes of pocky.
And I wasn't complaining.
*Sigh*
Dammit, I need to buy more after this.
….
What? You think I have an unlimited magical supply? Seesh.
Turns out, Dino was pretty nice for a Mafia Boss. (It might be that he hadn't attempted to kill us on purpose...yet...at least.)
(It took a small pocky party of Mafia people to learn that he was nice, and yes I do mean myself so yes, Ha ha the irony of the situation could have killed me. Not the point of it all.)
I also learned a few more things. He liked to act cool (He did it to Tsuna when he came home to fine a couple of manly men munching on a ridiculous number of pink sticks of biscuit and cream.), he had a pet turtle which could grow into monstrous sizes when allowed to absorb the right amount of water (It was like, a mini-godzilla waiting to happen in the rain. And it's no where NEAR Tokyo around here!) and that his coordination sucked when his men are not around.
Like, he transforms from a Modal Mafia Boss who was capable of leading a Mafia Family(Someone give this dude a medal. I'm kidding.) to adorkable clumsy twat who could not climb a flight stairs without falling on his face in a snap, just like that.
It was like his men was some sort of power boost that you sometimes get in video games to increase your characters powers or something. And he just let the go back home. And I think he meant home as in 'ITALY'.
The dude (Now 'Henchmen-less') was even clumsier than Tsuna, if that said anything to how bad it was.
It was hilarious, and a little scary. Since he was like, staying overnight. He might just accidental set the house on fire on something. Something I clearly didn't need.
My stuff and family lived here gosh dangit!
I must tell you, I did not sleep a wink that night, plagued by invasive thoughts of giant snapping turtles and clumsy blond dudes waving his whip around and setting things on fire ever step of the way.
Dammit, this isn't a healthy life to live.
...
And I don't think it's going to be any easier after this.
-(Extra)-
Her eyes are not smiling, even though there was a painful quirk on her lips.
The sky was black with thunderclouds, the rain was coming down, harsh and unforgiving to the lone person standing there, in the middle of seemingly nowhere.
She blinks, her mouth going back straight. She twirls around, her eyes flashing as something seems to move around her.
A pair of red eyes greets hers.
A sharp, dangerous grin appears under.
And lightning flashes as a gun is fired.
A/N: I FAILED YOU PEOPLE! THIS CHAPTER IS TERRIBLE (yes it is!)! AND I DIDN'T UPDATE FOR LAST MONTH! /sobs asasdfdghl;sfj
I'm a big douche T^T And you people have been so nice as to leave me reviews and faves and follows too /sobs some more before is bricked.
I also blame Homestuck for being 8000 plus pages and getting me glued to it like a starving leech in need of blood (But for me twas entertainment.) I WARN YOU PEOPLE. DON'T READ IT. IT'S LIKE, SUCCUBUS! (A Youtube Joke that never gets old.)
Also, I am in DA / bricked some more for being a douche
Anyway, people who actually read this need cookies (::) Here, have a fail cookie pixelated :P
To thank the people!
konan248: Well, Tsuki can be real mean. But that's just her! Thanks :D
NeitherSaneNorInsane: But...buttt...Haruuu is niceeeee desuuu (JK JK) Freedom to hate and Love I say. Thanks for thinking it's cute too :D
chrystal1234: I like the girls too, the bashing is something I can't control, because Tsuki is kinda -u-
Frozen-Night-Mist: B-but...BUT D': ... Oh well
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