I was glad to see that you enjoyed Riko and Hibari's little encounter! This chapter won't have Hibari in it, but I promise there will be tons of Hibari facetime in future chapters!
Disclaimer: FANfiction. I only own the OC. Any changes to the original canon story is due to the fact that this is fanfiction.
Warning: May contain coarse language due to Squalo's mouth. And the OC's.
Knock knock knock.
"I wonder if there's anyone at home…" green eyes fell to the piece of paper held in a sleeve-covered hand, "These were the directions Lussuria gave me…"
Shifting the empty bento boxes slightly in her other arm, she raised a hand to knock once more, when a shadow darkened the door in front of her. "Hey you! Who the hell are you? Get lost!" a deep voice barked.
Narrowing her eyes into slits behind the tinted lens of her goggles, Riko turned around to take a look at the newcomer. A silver-haired boy stood in front of her, towering over her with a menacing leer. A half-burnt cigarette was clenched between his teeth; smouldering ash fell to the ground as the two teenagers sized each other up.
"Oh, looks like Tsuna has a visitor!" a distinctly male voice piped up from behind the silver-haired boy, "Gokudera, are you being nice?"
Riko pulled her attention away from the hostile Gokudera, and directed it towards the person who had spoken. An easygoing smile was apparent on his tanned face, and her eyes trailed towards the cloth-wrapped sword he had slung across his back, then towards the flashy silver pendant that hung around his neck.
Her brain instantly made the connection.
"You're Yamamoto Takeshi, aren't you?" her eyes gleamed with recognition, as she pulled down her goggles, "Kisame said that you're the guy that just won't quit smiling, but he failed to mention you were good-looking."
Yamamoto blinked. "Kisame?" he echoed in confusion.
"Yamamoto? More like Yumamoto," the assassin winked roguishly, "Single, are you?"
"If you mean by me not having a girlfriend, then yes," Yamamoto chuckled, "What's your name?"
"Yang Riko, but feel free to call me Riko,"
"Riko? That's a nice name!"
"You like that? You should hear my phone number,"
Gokudera gawked as the swordsman continued chatting with the girl, and exchanging phone numbers, oblivious to the fact that she was flirting with him. The storm guardian, however, knew exactly what she was doing. "Femme fatale?!"
"Mascot, bitch."
"Why you-!" ringed fingers dug into pockets, drawing out sticks of dynamite.
Riko didn't budge. Lifting an eyebrow, the half-Japanese opened her mouth. "Dynamite? That's so…primordial," her attention was focused on the explosive sticks wedged between the storm guardian's fingers.
Gokudera clenched his teeth. "Why you-!"
"Now, now, don't get so hasty," the baseball fanatic clamped a hand heavily on his friend's shoulder, "Are you looking for Tsuna?"
Riko shrugged noncommittally. "I'm looking for anyone who can take these off my hands," she raised the bento boxes, "Not Tsunayoshi in particular,"
Gokudera clicked his tongue rudely. "No one wants to buy your cheap wares, bitch."
A dark eyebrow twitched in irritation. "Hey you, look here now, you little insolent fuck-,"
"Riko!"
Tsuna stood in the driveway with a horrified expression on his face. The day had been very uneventful so far, with him beginning the morning with the usual three-mile run away from a dog that chased him everyday on his way to school without fail. Lunch had been equally as unfortunate, because he had spent the entire hour redoing the math homework the dog had unceremoniously ripped apart when Tsuna had dropped it during the chase. All in all, it had been a typical day for the Vongola Decimo, until he saw a familiar black-clothed girl standing in what looked like an escalating argument with his right-hand guardian.
And then the day immediately became ten times worse.
"Tenth!" Gokudera immediately brightened up, shoving his dynamites back into his pockets and practically bounding towards his boss, the girl forgotten, "Where were you after school? You said that you couldn't walk home with us!"
He had been kept in detention for failing to finish his math homework on time — yet another typical thing to happen in a day in the life of Sawada Tsunayoshi, reluctant tenth-boss-to-be of the Vongola Famiglia. "N-Nothing. That's besides the point! Riko, what are you doing here?!"
The spotlight suddenly focused on the girl whose presence had been ignored as soon as Tsuna had appeared. Riko raised the bento boxes. "I was sent here to return these. Boss said: 'They reek of failure, just like that scummy wimp, and I don't want the smell to stay in the mansion. Get rid of them.' So I did."
"Hee!" Tsuna winced at the assassin's nonchalant words — he knew she wasn't trying to be mean, since she was merely passing on a message. But still! Hadn't she heard of verbal filters?! At times like these, the brunette really, really wished he had never met Reborn.
"My, my. I see the Varia has sent a representative to return our welcome greeting with a greeting of their own. Ciaossu, Yang Riko," a deep voice commented.
Speak of the devil.
The Sun Arcobaleno stood in the open doorway, having heard some loud bickering that had woken him up from his afternoon nap. Two years out of his infant form, but he still could not shake off the habits he had acquired from the long years spent as an infant.
Riko nodded her head in greeting. "Ciao, Reborn."
Gokudera and Yamamoto blinked in apparent confusion. "The Varia?" they echoed simultaneously.
It was only then they realised that the Varia's proud emblem was stitched onto the sleeves of the girl's sweater, at which they openly expressed their surprise with widened eyes.
"The Varia? As in, Squalo's Varia?" Yamamoto wanted to know.
"Well, technically Kisame's just the captain, but I guess you could put it that way."
"How's that even possible? You radiate weakness! There's no way you're an assassin!" Gokudera growled.
Riko glared at the half-Italian. "Wanna go a few rounds with me, punk?"
He immediately rose to the bait. "I won't back down just because you're a weak-ass girl!"
Tsuna yelped. "Gokudera! Riko! Please don't fight!" he was going to find it very difficult to explain to his mother why, once again, the driveway was destroyed from yet another one of his friend's explosives.
"Came here to meet Tsuna's family, did you?" Reborn interjected, completely dismissing the animosity between the storm guardian and assassin.
"Oh fuck, no. I wasn't told to do that. I was simply sent to return these," Riko once again raised the empty containers, "And I'm pretty sure I've overstayed my welcome." Shoving the containers into Gokudera's arms, the boy fumbled with them, having been caught off-guard.
She jogged towards the gate. "See you around, Vongola Decimo!" and then she turned towards Yamamoto, "If you wanna hang out, you know how to reach me," she added with a wink.
And with that, she was gone.
Unable to find his balance, the containers fell onto the ground with a loud clatter, and Gokudera fumed as he bent over to pick them up. "That little bitch!"
"I thought she was nice," Yamamoto commented with a grin, picking up a container and handing it over to the arsonist, who snatched it away roughly. "Is she really working with Squalo?"
"Nice? Hah, you're a fucking comedian!" Gokudera muttered as he trudged inside with the containers.
Tsuna chuckled nervously — an angry Gokudera was a scary Gokudera. "She said she was the mascot," he said with a reluctant tone, "But somehow I don't believe it."
Reborn shook his head, crossing his arms. "Are you in any position to make judgements like that, Tsuna? Useless people shouldn't be talking at all."
"R-Reborn!"
Yamamoto laughed as he patted his friend's shoulder. "In any case, I hope we get to hang out with the rest of them soon!" he said as they started to head inside the house, "I haven't seen Squalo in a while!"
"No way, Yamamoto! It's already scary enough to hear their names!"
The athlete's passing comment left a very intrigued hitman standing in the doorway, as he stepped aside to let the teenagers pass through. Rubbing a hand thoughtfully against his chin, he pulled the door shut as he started to think.
Hanging out? That sounded like something that could be arranged…
Gokudera and Riko are definitely characters destined to be at loggerheads with each other! I enjoyed writing this, and I hope you did too!
Delphoxi