Target 2: The Arrival of an After-School Coming Home

The sky is bright the next morning, rarely a cloud in sight. The Vongola Famiglia plus five are walking through the airport, attracting stares of lust, want, admiration and love.

"It's good to be back in Japan, ey, Yamamoto?" His Japanese is formal and kind of rusty. It'll take him a few days to get back into the swing of using the language.

"Ha-ha! Yeah! I can't wait to see Emiko-chan. It's been a few months." He replies happily. His Japanese is much better than Tsuna's is at the moment and he's cheerful, a pep in his step as he flashes his smile at a few women. Gokudera rolls his eyes, slightly jittery and unnerved by the flight which consisted of hours upon hours without any cigarettes.

"Pssh. She won't be that happy to see you." He mumbles under his breath. He isn't surprised when Yamamoto's demeanor changes. From happy to sad within seconds, Gokudera has a hard time believing that anything he displays on his face is actually true.

"Emiko will probably come around. Hitomi," He makes a face, "Eh, not so much… especially once Reborn starts training her."

"Kufufufufu, really? And here I was thinking your dearest son, Masayoshi-kun, would be our Undicesimo..." Mukuro says. The three men walking in front of Mukuro shiver at the man's tone of voice. He's creepy—there's no doubting that in Tsuna's mind.

"Y-Yeah..." Tsuna answers him rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

"But why Hitomi?" Gokudera inquires looking at his boss. All of the current guardians, even Hibari and Mukuro, stare at the boss questioningly. Tsuna chuckles somewhat darkly.

"You guys don't remember?" They shake their heads while Tsuna mumbles, "Nobody seems to remember…" He continues when he's sure they didn't hear him, "Hitomi will be Undicesimo for a good reason… Let's leave it at that, okay?"

"Mo-om! Where are you?! Mo-om! Where are you?" Hitomi calls through the small house.

"In your dad's office, sweetie! Come here, there's someone I want you to meet!" Her mother calls back. The brunette sighs loudly as she trudges up the steps. She was getting ready to leave, all she needed was some money for food after school… not to come into her dad's office.

As she made her way to the office, Hitomi couldn't help but let her thoughts travel back to the kidnapper incident. No matter what she looked up on the internet—or what she wracked her brain for, she could not come up with an answer for what happened to her. It was a strange thing that made her brain hurt, but she couldn't stop thinking about it and she hoped that she'd find an answer soon.

The sloppily dressed teen looked down at herself. Her uniform had grease stains on it and was crumpled—maybe she should've let her mom iron it when she offered. But then again, Hitomi was too lazy to dig it out of her clothes—and when she finally did, she'd spilt oil on it while she was painting Kita's poster.

"Damn, I hate meeting people..." Hitomi mumbles. She approaches the door, hearing voices inside. "Mom? Hello?" She knocks. The door swings open to reveal her mother, still dressed in her spaghetti strapped, pure black night gown.

"Dame na, Hitomi-chan, there's someone here to meet you." Solana repeats. She's smiling very creepy-like and Hitomi can't help but think that she's in for some trouble.

Hitomi walks into the office looking around. After giving it a good look at least five times, she notices no-one is the room besides the two of them. She frowns, crossing her arms, confused.

"Mom, there's no-one here... Where is this person? Is there even someone or is this an early April fools?" Hitomi asks, turning to stare at her mother.

"Nope!" She answers brightly. "But... I dunno where he—Oh!"

"OH MOTHER OF GOD! THE PAIN!" Hitomi's on the floor now, clutching her head tightly. She's groaning quietly in pain, rubbing the back of her head while Solana looks on, knowing she's unable to do anything to help. She offers a smile when the girl looks up at her.

"Ciaossu, Idiotomi. I'm Reborn, World's Greatest Hitman and your new home tutor. Remember that." He introduces himself with a tiny flourish.

Hitomi's sitting up now, looking at the small infant. At first, she's kind of scared of the small child, considering the fact he just lodged his foot in her head and gave her a slight concussion. She shies away from the infant slowly.

'But... On the other hand', she thinks, 'It could've been mom when I wasn't looking...' So, Hitomi laughs, baffling her mother.

"You're not—hahahaha—serious, right? Mom, hahaha," She doubles over with mirth, "Hahaha… this has—pfffft hahaha," Tears of laughter flow freely from her closed, bronze colored eyes. "This has got to—bwahahahaha—be s-s-some kinda joke, right?" Her laughter fills the room for a whole six minutes before Hitomi stands, not waiting for an answer. She's wiping tears from her eyes and trying not to laugh as she addresses her mom one more time.

"Thanks for the laugh, mom. See you later!" She quickly leaves the room. The two hear the door downstairs close loudly. Solana comically sweat drops, and then looks over to Reborn, who is smirking.

"Better than I expected, actually." He answers the unasked question.

"I didn't think she'd laugh so much..." Solana voices her opinion. She frowns, crossing her arms.

"It will be even more hilarious when Tsuna tells her that I'm really her tutor." Reborn states.

"Ah, yes. Hm, I wish I could've been there when you came to Tsuna. I bet that was funny."

"He laughed too. But I set him straight. And I'll set Hitomi straight, too. I'm sure it'll be a shock to her." He walks towards the door. "I'm going to set up my bed. Tell me when breakfast is ready, Bella."

"...Yeah, okay."

Hitomi's still laughing a bit as Katsumi, Kamiko and Emiko join her on her way to school, Kamiko and Emiko flanking her left and right sides, respectively. Katsumi's on Kamiko's other side.

"Maa, what's so funny, Hitomi-chan?" Emiko asked staring at the young brunette.

"Pfffft. My mom did something funny this mor—AH!" Cue two girls falling over a now broken blue bicycle. Hitomi groans, as does Kamiko and the former rubs her head, a dull pain pulsating in her side.

"Ah! Hitomi-chan, are you okay?" Emiko asked, helping her up and checking Hitomi for bruises.

"A-Ah, I'm fine, Emiko-chan... What about you, Kamiko-chan? Are you okay?" Hitomi asks with concern clearly laced in her tone. Kamiko nodded slowly.

"Talk about being extremely clumsy, huh...?" Katsumi rolled her eyes. Kamiko stood and let that comment stride by, as she had bigger things to be angry at.

"But who the fuck just leaves a motherfuckin' bike in the middle of the Goddamned street! Kamikorosu…" She growled, picking the bike up and crushing the handle bar with her bare hand.

"Oh my gosh, sorry! I-I went into the store and... O-Oh, Yamamoto-chan, are your friends all right?" A spiky honey-haired boy apologies, coming out of the store. He doesn't, however, notice the broken handle bar.

"Ah..., Haruka-kun, don't just leave your bike in random places... someone could steal it or trip over it!" Emiko scolds, wagging her finger at the boy. He only rubs the back of his head, giving them a sheepish smile.

"Yeah, Kami-chan and 'Tomi-chan are already extremely clumsy. We don't want them hurt to the extreme." Katsumi scolds too. She's giving Haruka a scolding 'look' and the blonde can't help but divert his green eyes, feeling guilty.

"J-Just watch where you p-put your stuff n-next time, okay, Haruka-san? Come on, guys, we should get to school. Collins-san won't be happy if you guys disrupt school again..." Hitomi says pointedly to Kamiko and Emiko.

"Right..." The two reply, cheeks slightly turning red.

"See you at practice, Haruka-kun?" Emiko says finally, giving him a small wave.

"Yeah, okay, Yamamoto-chan! Bye! And... I'm, uh, sorry about the bike!" He calls to the girls as they start walking away.

"Emiko-chan, who was that guy?" Kamiko asked when they were far enough away.

"That's Haruka. He's on the baseball team with me. He's in Sasagawa's year." Emiko explains, crossing her arms behind her head. Hitomi's mouth goes into an 'o' shape as the three take in this information.

"Practice starts today, Hitomi-chan! I won't be able to walk you home… Sorry." Emiko apologizes. She knows how much Hitomi despises walking to and from school alone.

'Oh great... Now those stupid kids will start picking on me when I'm walking home again...' Hitomi thinks. She tries not to let her feelings show. "N-No problem, Emiko-chan! I can walk by myself!" Hitomi says.

"I'd offer to walk with you but team's got a competition next week and... well, you know how that goes..." Kamiko smiled sadly. Hitomi smiles brightly, skipping ahead and turning around to skip backwards.

"It is really okay, guys. I can do this! I'm awes—Wahh!" Hitomi trips on the outstretched foot. She lands on her back, small stars rotating around her head as she tries to regain her composure.

"Itai… My head…" She moans.

Ryota chuckles from his place above Hitomi. The black haired boy with sharp red eyes covered by glasses to his right gives Ryota a sharp look, but doesn't say anything. The girl with dyed bright orange hair and red eyes, standing on Ryota's left, is also laughing slightly.

"Ryota-san! That was mean! You should apologize to her!" The boy scolds. Ryota rolls his eyes, giving a blank stare to the other boy. He then turns back to Hitomi, smirking slightly.

"Oh, whatever, Leslie. She's fine, right Dame-Tomi?" Ryota addresses Hitomi, who's still sitting on the ground. He's smirking as she tries to get up, before falling back down and being helped up by Katsumi.

Kamiko is struggling to hold Emiko back. The silver-haired girl's face is red with anger and they're drawing a small crowd. Not many people have looked their way yet, but with Emiko's struggling, the number is climbing.

"You're a fuckin' dick! You know that, Kozato!? Why are you always pickin' on Hitomi-chan?!" Emiko shouts. She's attracting stares, as they're standing in front of the school.

"D-Dame Na, Emi-chan," Hitomi calls, using Emiko's nickname, "D-Don't... You know what'll happen! And your parents are coming home today, remember?"

Emiko stops struggling and frowns, sighing heavily, "Damn… I was really hoping to whip his ass, too..." Emiko rips herself from Kamiko's grip and continues toward the school, Katsumi, Hitomi and Kamiko in tow. Kamiko turns back and stick her tongue out at him before hurrying to catch up to the three.

Ryota huffs in annoyance. "C'mon, Aleydis, Leslie." He continues toward the school as if nothing happened.

Skye watches this interaction from the roof and frowns. Her uniform was still pristine as always and she was a little irked, her frown turning into a scowl as she glared at Ryota's back.

"If only they fought... I'm itching to fight Kozato..." Skye voices to her subordinate, Hikaru.

"Of course, Skye-san... You could go after him for the uniform again!" The girl suggests. Skye turns to look at Hikaru.

Hikaru has green hair, in two identical braids, bangs covering her forehead. Dolce & Gabbana glasses cover her red eyes. She's pale and petite, her Nami-high uniform immaculate and one of the smallest sizes the school offers.

"Hikaru," She thrusts her enlarged Bo-staff at Hikaru, who quickly dodges with ease. Hikaru shakes her head.

"I have to get stronger first." Skye admits before turning from the view, "Now come, and let us patrol, yes? There might be some people wanting to die, kora."

Hikaru covered a snorted laugh and followed behind Skye.

"... I said it again, didn't I?" Another snicker was the answer she got.

Tsuna is now standing in front of a medium-sized house. He knows, though, on the inside, it's bigger than it seems. Opening the gate, he wonders what will await him when he opens the door. Yamamoto and Gokudera had already retreated to the sanctity of their home near the edge of the residential district. Hibari disappeared soon after leaving the airport, probably to visit his own home. Mukuro… well, Mukuro pulled a "Mukuro" and was gone in a puff of smoke while Ryohei ran down the street being extreme instead of riding in the car that was sent for him. Tsuna couldn't exactly remember where Lambo had gone off to.

What he expected and what he got were two different things. He expected a punch or a kick in the face from his oh-so loving and wonderful wife. What he got, was an empty foyer. Tsuna places his shoes by the step, and then calls through the house that he's arrived. There's no immediate answer, but Tsuna hears something coming from the kitchen.

He drops his bags, taking care not to trip over the step leading into the house and silently slips down the hall. Just as he reaches the door, something hits his arm. "Don't come any closer!" He hears a feminine voice yell. "I'm armed!"

Tsuna chuckles, shaking his head. He looks down, seeing the bright orange dart of a nerf-gun and notices another gun lying against the kitchen's threshold. He picks it up, scanning the area. "What're we playing for?"

"Loser buys dinner!" Tsuna hears from somewhere within the house.

"Great…" Tsuna cocks his gun, "Get ready cause I ain't buyin' dinner!"

Emiko loved afternoon practices. She just... always did better in the afternoon. Of course, not everyone did better in the afternoon.

"Hey, Yakyu Baka! Watch it!" Emiko yells, narrowly avoiding a collision. She's now running next to Haruka, who's chuckling lightly.

"Ha-ha, sorry there, Yamamoto-chan! I didn't see ya 'cause you're so short!" The boy, now running along her left side said.

His brown hair shines in the afternoon sun and his sky blue eyes are closed in amusement. The girls, watching the practice from the bleachers, swoon at the boy.

"Shut up, Makimoto! Not all of us can be 183cm tall!" Emiko growled swatting at him.

"Hey, at least you have no problem reaching the bottom shelf, Ms. 162cm!" Makimoto swats back. Emiko growls again and chases after Makimoto, who's laughing.

"That's 162.5 cm to you, Mister!" She yells, a smile tugging at her lips.

The 2nd and 3rd years on the team are laughing at the two baseball prodigies' antics while the other first years stand idly by, just watching and wondering why the two seem to get along with the team better than they do.

"You guys act like siblings!" The coach, Tanaka, Isamu yells, smiling and shaking his head. "Quit that fighting!"

Makimoto is laughing, that is, until Emiko trips him. He feels weight on his back and turns his head slightly to see Emiko sitting on him. Emiko hears small screams of agony from the bleachers and promptly ignores it with a dismissive roll of her green eyes.

"Sup." She greets nonchalantly, before smiling.

"Dog pile on Makimoto!" Yells Itou, Hideki. He's a boy on the larger side, shining brown eyes and blue hair. The large group of second and third year players runs toward the two.

"Oh god..." Emiko scrambles to get up. She scoots off, doing a one-handed handstand just in time to get away from the large group of boys.

Now standing next to Tanaka, Emiko and the middle-aged man watch and dismiss the activity, Tanaka doing so with a shake of his head. His lips tilt upward and his laugh lines are more evident on his extremely tanned face.

"Those boys..." Tanaka chuckles. "Alright, kids! C'mon and stop fooling around! Let's actually start practice!"

Practice, for the most part, was almost uneventful after that. Carrying on like it normally would.

"Oi, Sasagawa-san! Can you take a look at this, please?"

Katsumi turns around, to look at the person. The boy, a brown haired kid with big onyx eyes is tearing up and leaning against another kid. She dodges the hit her opponent: Satou, Ichirou, threw with ease and returning it with one of her own to the gut before sliding out of the ring.

"Cheap-shots are extremely not allowed, Satou!" She calls to the orange haired boy lying on the ground. He just groans his reply, rolling over.

"Now what happened, Kenji-kun, Satoru-kun?" Katsumi asks, helping the green haired boy, Satoru, set Kenji down on a nearby table.

"I-I— I think I twisted my ankle!" Kenji groans, trying not to cry. Katsumi only sighs, knowing something like this would happen with the first year.

"It seems like you break something every time, Kenji-kun. Be careful to the extreme. Boxing isn't just about being the strongest to the extreme! It's a mental thing, too." Katsumi scolds. "You have to know your limits and know how to take care of your body!"

"I think we'd actually learn that if it was you teaching us instead of that mean old Takahashi-senpai..." Satoru voices. Katsumi quickly jogs over to her bag, pulls out athletic tape, gauze and a strange-looking bottle, and then jogs back.

She lifts Kenji's leg, and the brown haired boy winces slightly. Katsumi squirts out a large amount of a purple-ish jelly onto Satoru's legs, then Katsumi lightly wraps it in gauze and tapes it up.

"He said he would train with the first years and I'll do some extreme training with the others but... I guess I could talk to him." Katsumi says thoughtfully, gently letting go of Kenta's foot.

"Yeah! Go train those first years! Then they can see what we go through with you, Sasagawa!" Another one says jokingly, raising his arm with a laugh.

"Shut-up, Kimura, or else you'll be back on the weight set to the extreme!" Katsumi yells. Kimura gulps and turns away, going back to his punching bag.

"C'mon to the extreme! Let's go talk to Takeo-kun, yeah?"

"C'mon, Hibari! Ride it! Just because you were caught by Collins yesterday doesn't mean you can slack the hell off! We've got another competition next week!" The pink haired 16-year-old high schooler yelled from the side of the half-pipe. Her dyed-silver colored bangs covering part of her green eyes. Kamiko nodded absently as planned out another trick in her mind.

"Nice landing on that Staple Gun, bro!" Calls Yukari Akane, a purple haired girl with onyx eyes. She's holding onto her skateboard and standing next to the silver-and-pink haired captain, Momoru, Aiko.

"It may be good now but wait until the competition! She'll fuck it up!" Aiko snorts. Akane just looks at her before turning her attention back to Kamiko.

"Yeah, whatever, bro. Watch my Blunt to Fakie and say that again!" Kamiko yells.

"No! You need more fuckin' rail practice, Hibari. You're done with half-pipe. Start workin' on the shit that you aren't good at!" Aiko yells. Kamiko comes to a stop in the middle of the half-pipe.

"Aw, seriously? I hate the rail!" Kamiko whines. She kicks up her board, clutching it in annoyance.

Aiko looks unsympathetic. She just points to the railing. Kamiko whines again before picking up her skateboard and sluggishly walking in the direction of the rails.

"So, don't forget okay, Hitomi-chan?" The black haired girl warns. Hitomi nods absently.

"Yeah I got it, Kaoru-senpai. Bring the poster by 6:30. And tomorrow, we're painting that banner for the Home EC. Class' bake sale." Hitomi responds. Kaoru nods, she then fixes her glasses.

"Alright, see you tomorrow, Hitomi-chan." Kaoru calls, leaving the Art room. Hitomi sighs and walks out the door as well.

"Wahh—! It's only 4:30. I've got two whole hours to finish the poster!" Hitomi's continuing down the hall, when she's joined by Ryota.

"What do you want?" Hitomi musters the coldest voice she can. Ryota only stares for a moment, then he chuckles slightly as the two continue walking.

"I'm walking with you, loser." He says, "Don't question my motives. I can do whatever I want."

"Why'd you stay after? You're not in any clubs. And you don't need tutoring..." Hitomi thought back to all the times they (Hitomi, Emiko, Kamiko, Katsumi and Ryota) would compare their report cards. Of course, her score would always be the lowest, Katsumi's a close second.

Ryota rolled his red eyes. Compass-shaped pupils coming to down stare at Hitomi. "Why do you need to know, loser? It's my business."

Hitomi scoffs and walks a bit faster. The dull thuds of Ryota's combat boots are heard over the soft scuffing of Hitomi's loafers.

"And why can't you wear the school uniform like a normal kid?" She asks, glancing at his attire.

Ryota glances down at his clothes. He wears a black hoodie with white paint splatters and skulls in various places, key-chains are clipped onto various chains which are attached to the belt loops of his black skinny jeans and black combat boots adorn his feet.

"Because stupid, who wants to be normal? You're not." He thwacks her on the forehead.

"Ow! That's only because I'm so unlucky. Being born in October on Friday the 13th is bad luck." Hitomi sighs. She rubs her forehead soothingly. "Anyway, you should wear it so that that group of your fan-girls will actually; maybe, probably leave you alone if you do. They're only after your 'bad-boy' persona..."

"Humph, whatever." The two approach the school doors. Pushing them open, Ryota and Hitomi make their way across the courtyard.

"Where are those two from this morning? Your two friends?" Hitomi looks around for the two. She'd never seen them before, but they seemed to know each other pretty well—then again, Hitomi didn't often hang out with Ryota.

"Home. Did your mom tell you?" He asks, suddenly changing the subject.

"Tell me what?" Hitomi responds, confused.

"About what your dad actually does. And what you're goin' to be training for?" Ryota hints. Hitomi shakes her head, still not knowing what he was talking about.

"Uhm... No?" Hitomi thinks back to that morning. "But this weird kid came by, he looked about five. Claimed he was gonna tutor me. I forget his name, though. Relive? Re-somebody..."

"Reborn..."

"I think that was his name. Anyway, he told me he was... The 'World's Greatest Hitman' or something. But, ha, that's not possible because he's just a baby!" She laughed loudly, annoying Ryota. Hitomi went on to tell Ryota about what happened. Ryota barely listened, as he was trying to contain his anger.

"… So I left." Hitomi concluded her story. Ryota snapped his head up when he couldn't hear the voice of his female companion anymore.

"Oh, yeah?" He threw out, hoping he sounded somewhat interested. Hitomi nodded, smiling. She, of course, had thought that the red-head had been paying attention the whole time.

"Well, ways part here." She said, turning left while Ryota kept going right. She stopped, waved, and then continued down the path. Ryota stopped and looked back at Hitomi's retreating figure.

"Damn her... Damn the whole Vongola Famiglia..." He muttered anger clear in his voice. He turned again, and continued down the road.

Emiko trekked home after practice tired, but happy. She walks past the old soon-to-be torn down sushi restaurant her grandfather owned and turned a corner, there at the end of the street, was her house.

Upon examination, one would think no-one lived there and barely anyone did. Emiko was rarely home when her parents weren't, usually staying with Hitomi. She sped up, a giddy, childish excitement coursed through her body. She chided herself for feeling such a thing, but knew she couldn't help it.

Emiko would never admit that she missed her parents, even when she did. It was hard having parents who worked overseas doing god knows what. Emiko brushed off those thoughts and hurried towards the black and white-colored house. She quietly pushed past people who used her street to get to the stores further down and around the corner.

Unlocking the door quickly, Emiko dropped her bag next the door. It was oddly quiet, but she didn't mind, as she stepped into the house, kicking off her shoes. "I'm home!" She called out. Upon hearing no reply, Emiko walked further into the house.

"Err... Dad… Hayato? You guys in here?" She called out again. Something swished to her right and Emiko looked left. She grabbed hold of the edges of the gray skirt, lifting it slightly. Another swish. This time, to her left. "Alright! Whoever you are, come out! Right now!" She yells. Her defensive mechanisms show themselves as she prepares for the attack.

Then, it's thrown. The blade is sharp and unforgiving, but it doesn't hit her. The cold, shiny metal Tonfa in her left hand is blocking it. She pauses for a second before returning with a hit of her own.

She sideways flips while dodging another jab, which could have been lethal. Dodging all the blows and now she's in the living room when the bombs come in. They break through the window, causing civilians to stop and stare in awe.

Emiko is blocking each throw with her right Tonfa and throwing her own bombs with her left hand, the left Tonfa hanging from her wrist on its loop. She tosses herself out the window, careful of the broken glass, when close enough. Emiko is lying in the bushes coughing and wheezing from inhaling the smoke blown into her face.

A hand appears in her line of vision; Emiko immediately tenses and makes a move to hit the person. Her Tonfa coming in close intact with the person's stomach. The person dodges quickly and jumps back a safe distance away from the temperamental teenager.

Now standing on the sidewalk, the silver-haired girl is breathing somewhat harsher. The two other people, two men. One with black hair, the other with silver hair. The black haired one smiles happily whilst the lankier man is smirking around his cigarette. The small crowd gathered is staring at the three.

"What the hell, you guys?!" Emiko yells startling the small crowd. Yamamoto just smiles at his daughter.

"Hi, Emi-chan!" He sings happily. Yamamoto smiles widely, waving at her. Gokudera only nods in her direction while Emiko growls, trying to contain her anger.

"You broke the window! Not to mention you fucked up the coffee table, burned the carpet, wrecked the couch, destroyed the TV and the Xbox!" She accuses before turning to the group of people.

"And you people! Get outta here! There's nothing to freakin' see here! Show's over!" The group of bystanders quickly averts their eyes and continue about their own business.

"Maa, Maa. Emiko-chan! Did you miss us?" Yamamoto laughs moving closer to her, sword in hand.

"No! I didn't! And you better get that window fixed, dad! You're always breaking stuff when you come home!" Emiko scolds. Gokudera chuckles lightly from his place closest to the window. Yamamoto hangs his head low, and slowly sulks over to Gokudera's side.

"Lay off the idiot, brat. C'mon. I think we've got another window in the basement or somethin'." Gokudera motions the two to follow him. He goes through the open front door and continues down into the basement, Yamamoto following and Emiko closing the front door before doing the same.

"Hey mom?" The dark brown haired woman turned. She sees Katsumi, dressed in her school uniform standing in the doorway between the hall and the kitchen. Katsumi looks as if she has a lot to say, but doesn't say much at all, instead, she kind of fidgets there, deciding on whether to stay or so.

It's decided for her, when her mother fully turns around, looking at her with a questioning gaze. "Yes, dear?" Amelia responds, titling her head sideways. Katsumi sits down at the table, sighing as she drops into the chair.

"Is dad home?" Katsumi spits out after a few minutes. She looked around, noticing the house wasn't in disarray like it normally would be when the man arrived home.

"He was... Then he took your brothers out for 'extreme training'..." Amelia recalled, tapping her chin, "Why? Did you need something? He should be back within a few hours."

"Do you think I should tell him?" Katsumi asked unsurely. She pushes some of her waist length snow-white hair behind her ear. Her mother sighs, sitting at the table as well. She takes a sip of her drink before running a hand through her hair, unsure of what to say, before it hits her and she smiles slightly.

"It's your decision, dear. He brought Kyou-kun some specially made boxing gloves, you know." Amelia told her, "You can't keep this from him forever… Your father may be dense, but he's not that dense, Kats."

"Extreme!" Katsumi fist pumped, before she calmed down a little, "I know, but it's hard… I don't want to disappoint him… he has a lot of faith in me with dancing, but…" Katsumi knew that whenever her dad would bring home a present boxing related for her older brother, Kyou would always give it to her because he wasn't into boxing.

"I don't understand you kids..." Amelia trailed off.

"What do you mean, mom?" Katsumi questioned.

Amelia sighed and stood. She walked over to the fridge, opening it and pulling out a gallon of iced leaned against the counter. Running a hand through her dark hair, the Italian woman finally spoke what she had been thinking about for a long while. "Kyou-kun's into music. You like boxing and dancing. Why don't you two just tell your father?"

"It's not that extremely simple, mom. Dad doesn't want me to box! I just don't want him to be extremely disappointed or whatever. Kyou can bang his drums in extreme secrecy and I'll continue to indirectly receive boxing gear then use it to box if he doesn't like the idea." Katsumi explained.

Amelia didn't reply; she just stared at her daughter, but Katsumi knew she didn't approve of it. Katsumi stared at her mom unsure of what to say or do. In the end, she stood up, sighing.

"Well... I've got homework..." She trailed off. The tension had become a little more than awkward and Katsumi made it to the door before her mother tried to stop her.

"Yeah... Just—Ju—Just talk to your dad. Ask him. S-See what he says..." Amelia spoke. She gave her daughter a reassuring smile before Katsumi left the kitchen and headed up towards her room. Katsumi knew she wouldn't say anything to her father, but the thought was comforting.

"Oh! I missed you so much, Kami-chan!" Dino yelled wrapping his arms around Kamiko. She grinned and did the same. Dino's son, Kendall, just stared at them, looking at their display with distaste.

"I missed you guys too!" She replied happily. Dino spins her around before putting her down. Another blond, one with sharp eyes covered by thin glasses, ruffles her hair. Kamiko scowls, swatting his hands away, but that, doesn't work and he just keeps ruffling her hair.

"Gah! Ken! Don't do that! It took me forever to do my hair!" She scolds covering her head with her hands Ken just scoffs.

"Whatever, brat. It's just two ponytails anyway." He replies. Kamiko glares at him and Ken chuckles, pulling on her cheeks, "Aw, baby Kamiko is just so cute…"

"Shut-up!" Kamiko blushes, crossing her arms. After a moment, she looks around, "Where's…?" Kamiko asks the two. Ken shrugs before walking into the kitchen mumbling something about making a sandwich.

"I think Kyoya's outside on the roof or something. Trying to 'watch over' Namimori." Dino replied pointing up to the roof. "Ken, don't make any food. You know we gotta get outta here soon. Besides, you know that Kyoya doesn't like you making messes in his house."

"Cool, cool." Kamiko responds, leaving the living room and Dino alone. Dino sighs, plopping down onto the couch with a happy smile. Finally, he could catch up on all the shows he'd recorded just for the occasion.

"Wh-What! Kamiko! You didn't delete all of my shows, did you?!" Dino yelled, but Kamiko had already left the room. He cried a little, pouting.

After three tries of climbing onto the roof and failing miserably, Kamiko finally made it up. She stands, a bit wobbly, not really making her presence known, but knowing that he already knows she's there.

She doesn't say anything, only standing on the other side of the roof and staring at him.

Kyoya doesn't make a move to acknowledge Kamiko so she just sits down next to him, enjoying the silence. She wonders if things would've been different if she had two parents and not just one. Kamiko moves towards where he stands on the roof and looks at him out of the corner of her eye to see a small, barely noticeable up turn of the left side of his mouth. She smiles lightly and the two just sit there, watching Namimori as the sun goes down.

"Kamiko! You even deleted House of Three Cats and a Chicken!" Dino yelled, "How could you?!"

"Didn't you just say that we had to leave soon?" Ken leans against the doorframe. "I thought that 'we didn't live here'."

"Hush up, you!" Dino points at him, fake tears streaming down his face, "Kyoya pays for the TV, so I'm going to use it! Besides, who doesn't love House of Three Cats and a Chicken! Monsters! Monsters I tell you!" Ken sighs, grabbing his father's arm and pulling the man out of the house.

"Watch it on the internet like everyone else, dad. Stop using Hibari-san's TV for shit nobody cares about."

"But Ken…!"

Kamiko frowns when she hears Dino's loud whining. The more things change, the more they stay the same.