AN: Hello everyone, I have to apologize for this very late update. Things happened and 8th grade is not kind. This year my school is trying out a different curriculum and lots of stuff has change. There are problems with the schedule, my classes are are going to be changed soon, and I don't even want to go into the high school admission test and stuff. I'm afraid that there won't be much updates for a while.
Notes: Okay, I got some reviews saying they think Tsuna is weak and needs to get stronger. People I need you to stop and step in Tsuna's shoes. Frankly if I was Tsuna, I would have froze at the sight of dynamite. I would have not even moved, I would be blown to smithers. When you can stand up to a crazy bomber, you can say that to me. And the crazy somersaulting and cartwheeling Tsuna did? I can't do that. If you can, good for you. On the other hand, Tsuna will get stronger. In a REALISTIC manner and pace. Meaning: I'm not making Tsuna god-like. Understand? good. Not Understand? Suck it up and go with it.
Chapter 15: With the Rain comes the Lightning
As an italian and a mafioso, Gokudera was use to waking up in strange places and in strange ways. He had once woke up half buried in a dumpster by a stray cat that was trying, and failing, to fly. Then there was the other time he found himself hanging upside down from a balcony with another stray cat on his head. And then...You get the idea.
Still, that didn't prepare him to wake up to a giant bump on his head, with a cow kid screaming in his ear. With instincts trained from bloody massacres and chaotic battles, he darted into sitting position and opened his mouth only to shut it when his chest flared with pain.
Wrapping his arms around his stomach and clinching his eyes shut against the pain, Gokudera took deep breathes, ignoring the sudden half familiar panicked crashes that suddenly occurred along with the rushed footsteps zooming closer to him.
"Oi, baka. Calm down, it's going to hurt more if you don't relax" snapped a rough yet concerned voice as callous hands pushed him down on the couch he had been laying on, before his rather orthodox wakening.
"Ni-san! Don't be rude" a slightly higher, gentler, but equally concerned voice scolded, before turning to Gokudera. "Are you okay? I'll get you some painkillers if you need-"
The bawling of the cow kid , interrupted him, and sent a spike of pain through Gokudera's head. God, the noise was loud. A pained moan crawled up his throat and nearly escaped, if he hadn't gritted his teeth as a pounding headache formed in his skull.
"R-Reborn-kun! H-how, who is this kid?" shrieked one of the voices hysterically as Gokudera winced at the sheer ridiculous high pitch.
"Fuck" cursed one of them, "Reborn, who the hell is this kid? How the hell did he get in here-What happened to the window!"
"Come on, stop crying" pleaded the other to the cow, "It's all right, no one's going to hurt you. We just want to talk."
Slowly the cries dimmed to soft sniffles and guilty hiccups, and with that, Gokudera passed out. Again. Hopefully he wouldn't wake up in a cow pasture next time, and if another fucking cat was with him, he would blow it up, piece by piece.
Cooing at the small child in his arms, Tsuna sent a wary glance at Gokudera. The boy was badly injured, with burns that covered his chest and arms, but that didn't mean he wasn't dangerous. He wasn't sure how the other boy would react to being saved.
As it was, he wasn't exactly sure why he saved the boy. Maybe it was waking up and seeing the blood, and remembering the cold green eyes that had long lost hope yet still had that small spark of kindness that would grudgingly agree to complete a dying boy's last wish.
Gokudera had tried to kill him, but now that he could think clearly, he mused that it was his job of sorts, his way of getting food in his stomach and a roof over his head. In a way, in every job, you had to commit some evil to do some good.
It was like a grocer's job to chase away a starving thief that would need the grocer's food to live one more day. If the grocer didn't chase to thief away, the grocer would starve but if he did, the grocer would live and thief would starve.
In this, he could understand the bomber. It could also have to do with the fact he couldn't exact just kill or walk away from the bomber. What was he supposed to do, leave the bomber there? That just didn't seem right. That and he was pretty sure it was against the rules. Bad enough Natsu was on Hibari's bad side, he didn't want to be too.
Sighing as he saw the boy was unconscious, he turned his attention to the small child in his arms, his brows furrowed in confusion. The boy was about the same same age as Reborn with an italian's olive skin and a fluffy black afro.
His eyes were a startling green, like enchanting forests filled with mischievous and temperamental fairies. They would have been beautiful if they weren't filled with tears at the moment.
He was dressed in a white and black cow patterned jumpsuit and what looked like golden horns hung from both sides of his head, bandaged in white at the base. Sniffling, Tsuna would have thought the boy was normal if it weren't for the fact that the boy had came through the glass window if the glass shards on the floor said anything.
"Can you tell me your name?" He asked gently, as to not frighten the poor thing. "And how you got in here?"
"Lambo-san is Lambo-san" the child sniffled. "Lambo-san came to kill Reborn because Lambo-san wants to be boss of the Bovino. But Lambo-san came through the window and got hurt."
Cue wailing.
Shushing Lambo, he gently rocked the child in his arms even as he sighed over the window. He would have to replace it later. Hopefully Yamamoto wouldn't be too upset over it.
Yeah right, like happy-go-lucky Yamamoto would ever be mad. Still, they had crashed at the baseball player's house, covered in dirt and wounds, just so they wouldn't worry Nana.
Speak of the devil, Yamamoto appeared at the doorway of the Yamamoto's living room. Blinking in slight surprise at the broken window he glanced at Gokudera's prone form before flashing an easy going smile to Tsuna's apologetic expression. He raised an eyebrow at his unknown visitor but ignored it, distracted by Natsu and Reborn's one sided argument.
"Gomen Yamamoto-kun" Tsuna apologized even as Yamamoto waved his apologies away, "We shouldn't have just crashed here without warning, and I promise I'll pay for the window."
"It's fine" laughed Yamamoto, "Things happen. So..what happened?"
Before Tsuna could say a word, Natsu answered grumply for him. "Tsuna there, got into a fight with octopus-head over there. Very smart of you, Tsuna, going against a dynamite throwing mafioso."
"You mean you were playing that mafia game and got hurt? Why didn't you say so, earlier!" smiled Yamamoto innocently.
The two facepalmed but didn't say anything. The boy was as dense as a rock, both literally and figuratively. Really, the boy could take a rebound of his own baseball hits, which could go there fucking metal, without even a fucking bruise to show for it. Tsuna and Natsu just couldn't understand how he did it.
"So" the baseball lover asked casually. "Did Gokudera wake up?"
"A couple minutes ago" reported Tsuna, "but then he passed out almost immediately. Thanks for the first aid kit, from earlier, by the way. We really needed that.."
"No problem" Yamamoto said. "Just glad to help. Are you guys okay?"
"We're fine" said Natsu, sitting on one of the chairs, his legs crossed. "Don't know how we did it, but we only got some minor scratches. Octopus-head got hurt badly though. And the Kid cosplaying as a cow is hurt, just flew in through the window, we'll clean that up."
"Yeah" echoed Tsuna as he opened the first aid kit on the coffee brown table and fetched a roll of bandages along with a bottle of disinfectant. Quickly cleaning and bandaging Lambo's cuts, Tsuna turned to Yamamoto and said "Just show me the broom and I'll get it cleaned up."
"I told you, it's fine" scolded Yamamoto lightly, "I'll clean it up."
Faster than the twins could protest, Yamamoto disappeared and appeared a second later with a broom and pan in his hands. Setting the pan on the floor, Yamamoto quickly swept the glass into the pan and dumped it in the trashcan before leaving the cleaning utensils leaning against the wall.
As Yamamoto sat down, Tsuna glanced at Reborn, the cursed infant having not said a word, sipping coffee. "Neh, Reborn" he said, "Lambo-kun says he knows you, so..."
"The Bovino famiglia is a rather weak famiglia allied with the Vongola. The only good thing about it is their firearm arsenal. I don't associate with those lower class famiglia, so don't ask me. I don't know him."
"Reborn is a liar!" shrieked Lambo, bursting into tears, "Lambo-san met Reborn at the cafe when Reborn was blowing bubbles. Lambo-san will kill Reborn!"
Pulling a pink grenade out of his afro, the cow child threw it Reborn. Without batting an eyelash, Leon suddenly transformed into a lasso in Reborn's hand in which he used to grab the grenade and tossed it back to Lambo.
Eyes wide with panic and shock, Tsuna grabbed the grenade in mid air and threw it out the window. The explosion rocked the house but nothing was damaged. Taking deep shuddering breaths, Tsuna exchanged glances with an equally stunned Natsu.
Just what had they gotten into.
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