Warning: This chapter contains hints of BL, gobbled chocolates, a lazy lion, et cetera.
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'Hiii—P-Primo—'Tsunayoshi cried out a silent scream, staring at the currently drunk blond."W-Where do you think you're touching?"
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"In other words," Gokudera adjusted his glasses. Looking a bit annoyed at the same time, he sighed and glared at G., who was chuckling at the teen's seriousness. "Something in the weird machine Giannini brought here a few days ago must have messed up the rings and hence, resulting in materialization of the wills residing inside them."
Tsunayoshi groaned. He hadn't expected this.
To be honest, he didn't even get half of what Gokudera explained for the past hour. Primo seemed to be quite confused about this too, albeit the indifferent look on his face. Talking about Primo, Tsunayoshi would really appreciate it if said founder could stop staring about the room with such a curious face, asking funny questions from time to time. Decimo understood that the environment must be strangely new for the first generation. G. himself was busy examining the weird-black-box-with-a-magical-screen (a TV) and tried to perform surgery—I mean, look at the insides of it.
—And Tsunayoshi needs some time alone to get an idea about 'bonding' with Primo and his guardians. Now. Not in the wrong way.
"Um, Gokudera-kun," said Tsunayoshi, frowning. "I'm sorry, but can you please go home and take care of G.-san for the time being? B-Besides, it's getting late. Discussion will be continued whenever next possible."
Turning his gaze to the clock, Gokudera grinned and nodded almost immediately. "I agree, Tenth!"
"Thanks."
"Well then, see you in a few days," the silver-haired teen frowned as he tried to drag G. away.
"…What?" Tsunayoshi stared. Did Gokudera just said, in a few days?
"The trip—it's tomorrow, isn't it?" Gokudera stared back.
Slapping his forehead, Tsunayoshi cursed mentally. He had totally forgotten about the school trip. He was in a different class from Gokudera and Yamamoto, so their schedules were different. The trip lasts around three days, if he's not mistaken. Yawning lazily, Tsunayoshi stared at Primo, who was already asleep. G. snorted, a twitch visible on his left eye. Perhaps Primo sleeping in the middle of a confusing conversation wasn't something rare for the redhead to see? Maybe Giotto had tried getting really bored and dozed off somewhere during a conversation before.
A scowling G. finally decided to leave the poor TV alone. "Giotto can't seem to let go of his sleeping pattern."
"Sleeping pattern?"
"Yeah, he's not an owl like I am."
'…An owl?'
"Giotto's a bit retarded. You can't expect him to be serious and full of dignity all the time, especially when he's not in Hyper Dying Will Mode."
"What? R-Retarded?"
"For your information, he'll pout all day if you wake him up too early. Oh, and make sure you give him enough sweets to eat, too."
'Pouting? Sweets?'
"It's getting really late. I'll bring him upstairs. I'll leave Giotto in your hands, Decimo."
Well, isn't this new? Vongola Primo pouts if you wake him up too early, and he needs to get sugar-high regularly too? Not exactly sugar-high—but still, Giotto is fond of sweets? Tsunayoshi pictured said blond nagging G. to buy him a big, sugary chocolate cake. Perhaps one of the guardians will go shopping for him, going back with a bag full of all kinds of sweets plus the cake?
Decimo hoped that G. was just joking. Taking care of Primo couldn't be as difficult as taking care of a crying Lambo.
…Right?
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'…'
Despite the fact that the founder was sleeping on the bed—not together with him—Tsunayoshi seemed to be a bit uneasy about the unusual atmosphere. Tsunayoshi slept on the spare futon*, he didn't mind Primo sleeping on his bed. Truth to be told, G. nearly made him sleep together with Primo ("He's your great-great-great grandpa, so why not?"). But sleeping together with your ancestor who's around four hundred years older than you?
No thanks.
Sitting down, Tsunayoshi stared curiously. Giotto doesn't even look like a retarded person, does he? At least, from what Tsunayoshi heard before, Vongola Primo was calm and composed. Then again, it was Hyper Dying Will Primo. Noticing this would be the first time he saw Primo without the flame glowing vividly from the forehead; the brunet couldn't help but smile sheepishly at the rare sight. As a matter of fact, Tsunayoshi admired Vongola Primo. The latter helped him a lot, especially during the fight against Byakuran.
He admired the calm demeanor Primo had.
'…I should go to sleep.'
Soon, said teen drifted off to dreamland. Again, Tsunayoshi failed to notice that Giotto was awake. As if he was listening to his successor's thoughts, Primo sighed happily before moving closer to the sleeping teen and leaned in. He patted the boy's spiky hair and muttered something before returning back to the bed. The words were quite inaudible; it was not certain whether Tsunayoshi heard it or not. Nonetheless, he smiled in his slumber.
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"Buonanotte, Decimo."
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Blink.
Tsunayoshi yawned as he turned off the alarm clock. He wasn't a morning person before, but somehow he had gotten used to waking up early nowadays (thanks to Reborn). It was the same sunny morning, except for the sleeping Primo on his bed. Talking about Primo, Tsunayoshi was certain he heard a whisper last night. At least his hyper intuition told him so. But, Giotto didn't seem like he had woken up last night, he was sleeping like a log—NOT.
"Decimo, what time do you think it is right now?"
'…Uh-oh.'
"I thought G. told you that I do not appreciate it when you wake me up at this hour," Giotto pouted in annoyance.
Bewildered at the thought that 'this hour' is 8 A.M., Tsunayoshi tilted his head.
"The day seems longer when you are up early, I don't like it," curling in the bed, said ancestor closed his eyes and sighed. "I am certain that you know best how it felt to be troubled with various problems from being a Mafioso."
'…True,' Tsunayoshi seemed a bit dumbfounded at the statement. I mean, that coming from Vongola Primo? "I can't disagree, but sleeping is supposed to be quite risky. You never know—"
"—if someone will attack you when you are most vulnerable?"
"S-Something like that," Tsunayoshi frowned. 'Sleeping isn't exactly most vulnerable, though…'
"Anyway, since you have woken me up," Primo smirked. "You should be taking care of breakfast today."
"But, Mom—"
"No buts. Try to cook for yourself sometimes."
"…Alright," the Decimo shrugged, standing up and putting back the futon back to the closet. "But I'll take a shower first, so please wait here."
"I prefer to wait downstairs," Giotto chuckled. Ignoring his descendant's order, he lifted the covers and stood up with ease despite the complaints from the earlier conversation. "So fear not, I will not peek."
Entertained with the embarrassed frown the brunet gave him, said Italian exited the room quietly. His companion mumbled something before walking to the shower in shades of red. Tsunayoshi closed the door and locked it. He wouldn't take the risk of Primo peeping, although that was actually impossible. The founder was only teasing him, he was sure of that. Though the (slightly) suggestive joke bugged Tsunayoshi, the teen decided to forget it.
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As he walked downstairs, Giotto touched his stomach lightly. He had dinner last night but it turned out that he was already missing some sweat treats. Then again, he was the guest here so it would be really rude to barge in the kitchen to look inside every single cupboard. Primo thought that he might be able to cook for himself, but the utensils and the weird appliances—not to mention it had been centuries since he actually cooked something—made him pretty sure he would have blown up something.
"I will have to wait for Decimo," Primo said to himself, deep in thought while touching the glass surface of the vitroceramic kitchen. "But I am sure I saw Decimo's mother putting a pan here and…"
"Perhaps you need a hand, Primo?"
"…Perfect timing."
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CRASH!
"W-What was that?" Tsunayoshi winced. The brunet frowned, noticing the burnt smell from the kitchen. He had just finished his shower and was going to step out from said room when he heard the loud disturbances. Dressing up quickly, Tsunayoshi grabbed a wet towel and half-ran to the scene. He was sure there is more than one person there. Wondering if Primo called his guardians just to have company, Decimo was ready to yell at the—
Wait, who is that suspicious looking 'chef', the white lion and the woman in white?
Primo chuckled when he saw his young successor. "…Ah, you are back from shower?"
"Primo, don't you sit down and do nothing! At least help me with the fire!" Said 'chef' looked really troubled with the stove and the broken dishes on the floor. "I don't know how to turn this thing off!"
"Quarto, I do not want to handle that… weird fire. It seems really hot," Giotto pouted.
"But you're always on fire!" Quarto turned to look at the other person who was currently rummaging the fridge. "Ottavo, do something!"
"Wait, I'm looking for something to eat. And my cute Leone is hungry," replied Ottavo. "I will help with the stove later."
"Ottavo!"
"…" Decimo was speechless.
Walking to the stove, Tsunayoshi silently turned off the fire and glared at Primo. On the other hand, Quarto sighed in relief and slumped on a chair, trying to regain his composure. Said Decimo gazed at the white lion—it belongs to Ottavo, obviously—and shuddered at the thought of that lion prowling around in the house. It was just plain unusual to have your great-great-great grandfather below the same roof as you do, and now not only Primo, even Quarto and Ottavo too.
"Care to explain," Tsunayoshi started. "What exactly happened here?"
He was ignored.
"Oh, look!" Ottavo exclaimed, taking something from the fridge. "A box of chocolates!"
Primo stood up in split second. "Give that to me, Daniela."
"Call me Ottavo," Daniela smirked. "And try to get this if you can, Primo-chan!"
Standing up on the table, the female boss held the box higher than Giotto's range. Another pout from 'Primo-chan' as he jumped, trying to snatch the box from Ottavo. Perhaps he is just too noble to climb up the table like the other did, but being the irked blond he was right now, he decided to step up the chair just to let him jump higher. His effort was to no avail. Fact is Giotto was no more than 15 to 20 centimeters taller than Tsunayoshi.
"Enough! Primo, stop acting so childish! O-Ottavo, please get down the table!" Tsunayoshi snapped.
So, it turns out that Tsunayoshi needs some time alone to think about how to 'bond' with the other ex-bosses as well.
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A happy Primo finally got his box of chocolates from the bad (?) Ottavo. Indeed he was happy; at least that was what Tsunayoshi thought until the mentioned Italian seemed to be staring blankly on his twenty-seventh piece of praline. Decimo stared at his currently day-dreaming predecessor, wondering if something was put in the chocolates. But with his hyper intuition Giotto must have noticed if the chocolate contained suspicious substances.
"Ottavo, can I ask you something?" Tsunayoshi gulped, trying to avoid eye contact with the lion.
"Hm? You want me to return to the ring like Quarto did?"
"No, it's just that Primo is a bit off."
Ottavo smirked, caressing the lion's snow white fur. "Really~"
"…Ottavo?"
"Do not mind me, Decimo," Giotto finally spoke (he was too busy savoring the chocolate pralines and truffles a couple of minutes ago). "I am just a bit dizzy."
"Dizzy, you say…"
Hiccup.
'…What was that?'
"Decimo, you should get cooking soon."
'What?'
Giotto gobbled up almost five dozens of the cocoa treat, and yet he was still hungry. Tsunayoshi nearly pouted, the laziness getting to him. When we mention that, the lazy lion Leone, which was sleeping after eating five steaks, was nothing compared to the half-curling Primo on the living room sofa. But Giotto was supposed to be the strongest one from all the ex-Vongola Bosses. So was he being a bit laid-back because of the peaceful surroundings—oh, was that a blush on Primo's face?
Drunken Blonds are dangerous; said hyper intuition.
And now, Tsunayoshi was about to step back when he saw Giotto walking closer and leaning in a bizarre way, but too late. Decimo nearly shrieked out when the founder circled his arms around the waist. "W-Where do you think you're touching—"
Whack!
"Aren't you the sensitive one, Decimo-chan~" Daniela chided. "It's just around the waist; Primo-chan barely did anything!"
"I-I'm not 'Decimo-chan'! Ottavo, I'm a hundred percent positive Primo is drunk!"
Another hiccup.
"…Perché?" Primo pouted, again. "Mi si spezza il cuore, Decimooo…"
"I don't understand! What's with the sudden h-hug?"
"It's not even a hug, Decimo-chan! Primo-chan is just tired?" Daniela chuckled. "He wants to lean on you? Or should I say it's for the sake of bonding? Primo and Decimo should get to know each other even better!"
"But hugging all of a sudden is still impolite! And is that even a reason?" Tsunayoshi frowned. Was it just him thinking too much, or did Ottavo seem to love teasing?
"Decimo is so mean. I thought you admired me?" Giotto smirk-pouted.
"N-No! What is wrong with the chocolate, anyway?"
Trying to read the small letters on the package, Tsunayoshi slapped the table when he noticed the chocolate contained liquor. But it was just liquor, how did it make Primo drunk? Low alcohol tolerance? Tsunayoshi turned to the kitchen fridge, thinking of getting some cold water to pour on Primo. Usually Reborn kept bottles of them to use on the poor teen during his school days. That was when the door opened and his mother brought some boxed lunch for the new company at home.
"Oh, Tsu-kun, you invited someone else? Perhaps I should buy some more boxed lunch?" Nana smiled at Daniela and Giotto.
"…You are so kind, Mamma~"
Yes, that was Primo.
If Giotto snapped out from his current state, the embarrassment would not be something to discuss in the future.
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A silent Primo eating in silence. Giotto didn't even avert his gaze from the empty dish after he finished eating, the faintest of blushes visible on his face. Tsunayoshi didn't know whether to laugh or to get angry when he saw the current state poor Primo is in. Daniela and Leone returned to the ring after the meal, pleased with all the successful teasing. Decimo stood up, putting the dirty dishes on the sink. Getting two bottles of green tea for himself and his company, the teen felt something tugging on his shirt.
Giotto looked up. "I am really sorry, Decimo."
"I did not mean to scare you with… my childish attitude," Primo began. He tightened his grip on Tsunayoshi's shirt. "I am not used to showing such manners, especially when it is not G. or Asari."
"It's alright," Tsunayoshi chuckled. "You were drunk so it was kind of tolerable?"
"…Forgive me."
When the founder finally let go of his shirt and got back to his half-curling position, Tsunayoshi was only able to sort out a certain word in his brain: Adorable.
"And I am not adorable," Giotto added.
Decimo jumped slightly from the addition. Was Primo able to read what he was thinking about? Or was it just himself being too easy to read?
Either way, Tsunayoshi doesn't appreciate mind-reading.
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Reborn came home. Being the Spartan tutor he is, the first thing he wanted to check was of course, Tsunayoshi's homework—that was, until Vongola Primo showed up. The infant couldn't suppress the surprised expression; he pointed Leon at the founder. If it wasn't for Tsunayoshi, Primo would've thought Reborn was an enemy. And somehow, Hyper Dying Will Primo is back. Hurray. Tsunayoshi wondered if being on HDWM all the time would drain out the blond's energy, but then, Giotto was not… alive. His time was merely trapped inside the ring.
'Perhaps that would be the fate of all the bearers of the sky ring?'Tsunayoshi stared at his ring.
It was glowing.
Touching the glowing ring curiously, the brunet was about to tell Primo when he felt the darkness closing on him. "P-Primo—"
"Did you say something?" Primo turned to his successor. "Decimo?"
Tsunayoshi disappeared… into the ring.
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(ノ ・∀・)ノ ==== ┻━━┻！
Late update is late. I hope I did well on the second chapter, it was pretty random. Exams are over for me and I am free until January, but I'll be away for a trip to the capital starting from 20 December, so the next update will probably be around the end of January (aiming for 27-01—COUGH). Scratch the warning on the first chapter, rating shall not go up, because I don't think I can write something like that… yet. Noticed the changes on the first chapter? (・×・)
*Futon? I left it like that because I thought it sounded better.
Thanks to Puriimoe and Kuro the Cake! My plot-beta and grammar-beta—I don't know how to put it. They're made of epic win. (You don't want me to say one is made of moe, and the other is made of sugar and butter and cream.) I tried to make this chapter longer, but I don't know if I can keep it up. It might tire out your eyes, readers. (つд・)
By the way, how many of you thought of a wrong image about the italicized sentence on the top? #SHOT
Oh, and I hope Drunk!Primo was not too OOC, I just get the idea that Primo might have some of Decimo's clumsiness and bad luck. It must be inherited. And why yes, he wasn't on HDW at the first chapter. …Don't shoot me again for this.
As for Daniela, I based her personality from all the doujinshi I own.
Plus, I hope you readers don't mind my addiction to Kaomoji. I have them installed in my keyboard already. So does a certain cake, spoon and (maybe) banana and tangerine plus a bear. (Ignore?)
Replying reviews now!
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ezcap1st Thanks! (・∀・) But, usually readers tend to ask for longer chapters. I hope you won't get bored with short chapters? :3
Kuro the Cake IKR. We're just that epic. #SHOT 8D And (reply to your review at Reborn! Awards) you know I am just that sinful. I can have two (or three, or four) loverz? Jay-kayz! XD
Chromex3 I shall! Might get lazy at some point but I'll make sure to update at least once every one or two months. Or perhaps you want a faster update? (´・ω・`)
LaCremeLaVanille Primo is unpredictable. Cough. I'll try to make the story as interesting as possible! XD
Metamorcy It's not really my first story, but I guess you can say it's the first in some way! :D I hope you'll like the story.
sharebearthedeathbear Thank you very much! You'll have to wait for the complications, I haven't decided on an antagonist yet. You'll see. :3 Do tell me what do you think of the characterization I have in the later chapters!
BlackBloodHood I can't deny Decimo and Primo with their cuteness—oh wait. I hope the cuteness doesn't make the story OOC? (・_・)
(Nameless) I'll try! C-Can you fill in the name next time, though? 8D
Hajimeru Rinko So, thy heart hath been scarred by BL? …You know what, I'm just kidding. I hope you don't mind this chapter? I apologize for my absence on MSN! (´д`)
KonataIzumi1 Tried to make this one longer! I'm trying to avoid tiring readers' eyes, though. Hopefully more G27 fanfics will pop up! :D They always have potential, I know right?
The Neo Productions Thank you! :3 I hope you'll keep following the story.
gracefulsunshine Actually, I did the unusual POV on purpose. Quality of the story…? Hope that I'll be doing fine with it! Nit-pickers are always welcome; in fact they're really good for pointing out mistakes made in a story! :3 Yes, this will be a G27/27G in the later chapters. And I hope you don't mind the 'romaji incident'? #HIDES
Breathless02 Thank you! Oh, Giotto and Tsunayoshi liking each other? That's still a long, long way to go. I mean it. The other guardians won't be appearing for a while, but I'll try to make the story interesting even without them! XD
XienRue I might insert interactions between the first generations between the flows of the story, but the story won't revolve around them. It's more like the ex-Vongola Bosses! :3 But yes, the first generations will play an important role too.
KiraLacus Forever Ah, Alasse-san! (・∀・) Interaction between Primo and Decimo happens a lot. I hope you won't find it boring! About G and Gokudera, I think it's cute as well—I hope Asari or Yamamoto won't make me sushi for this, though. Hehe.
You -Xernes You-chan! X3 Thank you for reading! Let's hope Primo won't be too OOC. Eh, the story-type is so like me? I have a certain image for story-types? :3 (Told you about the story on MSN!)
Cerulean Crown Sharaemon? #SHOT Made it 'umpteenth' instead. Why yes, G. uses 'Wild-but-Innocent Pink' for his hairspray—or 'Cute Strawberry', or 'Cherry Pink'? 8D
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…I use the word 'hope' a lot—word abuse for the win.
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