I am SO sorry!
I really am, but I just cannot bring myself to keep writing on this.
I have tried, I really have but I have lost the thread I originally had for this story and I have tried to keep writing despite that. I think I have attempted writing on this chapter like fifteen times but I was never able to complete it.
This is the best I can give you and it's only two and a half pages long but I wouldn't feel right uploading what would appear to be a new chapter and all you got was a note from me telling you that I am not writing on this anymore.
So once again, I am sorry.
Target six: Hahi! Look out for Haru.
Tsuna flinched a little as Bianchi for what felt like the hundredth time tore through her hair with the brush.
"Is this really necessary?" Tsuna winced as Bianchi caught one of the more stubborn knots.
"Of course it is." Bianchi insisted as the knot finally gave way and the brush flowed through the rest of the path down to the tips.
Putting the brush down, Bianchi began to weave her fingers through Tsuna's long, thick locks.
"A lady has to look her best at any time of day and for any manner of occasion, be for school or an inheritance ceremony." as she spoke, Bianchi divided a smaller section of hair at the side of the younger girl's head and started braiding it along her skull.
Tsuna frowned at the tingling sensation of her hair being forced out of it's natural flow.
"I'm not a lady." Tsuna mumbled quietly to herself.
Sighing heavily, Bianchi fastened the braid above and behind Tsuna's ear with a pin decorated with a large, pink and white colored six petaled flower that really brought out the golden sheen to her waves. Not that Tsuna would ever be able to appreciate it's beauty.
"You will be when I'm done with you."
Standing up, Bianchi dragged Tsuna to her feet, scanned her once with her eyes before she gave the girl a satisfied nod.
"That will do." a mischievous smirk spread across her angelic features. "I'm sure my brother won't be able to take his eyes off of you."
Tsuna tilted her head in confusion.
"What does Gokudera-kun have to do with this?"
Bianchi shook her head in exasperation.
Her brother would have to work really, really hard in order to win this girl over.
The woman never got to answer the question as they were interrupted by an energetic seven year old that, at that very moment, slammed the door open.
"Tsuna-nee-chan!" Lambo called out. "Are you-" he suddenly stopped.
Staring at the girl he had come to see as his sister, his big green eyes widened.
As he saw it, the girl was now surrounded by an aura of light, her auburn hair that had usually hung around her hair in a semi-tangled mess now hung in heavy tousled waves that almost reached her waist – that only shows how much length can be hidden when knots keep it up – the only thing special with it being the small braid at the right side of her head.
To Lambo, she looked like a princess.
"Pretty..." he breathed out in a voice barely louder than a whisper, but both the women in the room caught it.
A smile spread across Tsuna's lips as Bianchi put her hands on her hips.
She was clearly pleased with the boy's reaction.
"Tsuna-nee-chan you look like a princess!" Lambo launched himself into the girl's arms.
Tsuna, having become quite used to this action automatically wrapped her arms around the boy's back, turning him so that he was sittin of her hip.
"You really think so?" Tsuna asked, turning her head to where she knew her surrogate-brother had his face.
"Yes." Lambo said with a sharp nod, reaching up his hand to brush Tsuna's fringes out of her hair. "Tsuna-nee-chan should keep her hair like that."
"I totally agree with you kid." Bianchi stated, crossing her arms in front of her chest, giving Tsuna her 'I told you so' look.
It had been a week since Bianchi had joined the household.
Tsuna had un-blurrified the woman's face shortly after she arrived. She had been quite interested in seeing Bianchi's features in what – to her – was real life.
What couldn't be seen in either the anime or the manga was the sibling similarities between Bianchi and Gokudera.
Even though they didn't share the same mother, the two of them did share the prominent cheekbones, the slightly up-turned nose, not to mention the piercing olive-green eyes. Those must have been their father's genes in the work. What was different about them was that where Gokudera's fingers were long and skinny – a bit on the bony side even – Bianchi's had been more regular length and slender, also, where Gokudera's jawline was prominent in a more diamond-shaped face, Bianchi's was like a rounded out inverted triangle.
It was strange "seeing" the family similarities between the two even when they were only half-related.
Shaking her head at the woman, Tsuna brushed her hand over Lambo's hair.
"Are we ready to go?" she asked the boy, setting him back down on the floor.
Lambo nodded his head violently, sending his ebony locks flying all over the place before they once again lay to rest around his pale face.
Smiling, Tsuna reached out her hand for the kid to take.
Feeling the slightly chubby fingers wrap around her palm, Tsuna tilted her head back towards Bianchi.
"Thank you."
Bianchi only gave her a nod of acknowledgement before the two slipped out of the bedroom.
"Knock Hayato off his feet."
"Are you playing match-maker Bianchi?" a voice asked the woman from on top of Tsuna's bed.
As a response, the woman in question smiled.
"Not at all." she turned towards the baby. "I'm simply doing my darling little brother a favor." she flipped her long lavender hair. "He will thank me for it later."
Gokudera was pacing outside of the Sawada residence, jumping at the slightest movement from behind the front door and hiding behind the fence whenever he thought he spotted lavender hair from the windows.
He didn't like that that devil of a woman had managed to invade his Juudaime's house even though he could understand that having a female mentor teaching Juudaime how to behave in the world she had so bravely agreed to be a part of was important in order to make the rest of their world be more acceptive of her once she actually takes her rightful place... but it was getting hard for him to even approach her house, knowing that the bane of his existance now resided within those doors.
Frustrated, Gokudera threw his half-smoked cigarette across the street. Watching as it colided with the concrete fence on the other side.
Maybe he should consider to stop smoking? He knew for a fact that Juudaime was strongly against what she called "cancer sticks" but she tolerated his smoking... for reasons he had forgotten to ask her about...
Releasing a frustrated groan, Gokudera raised his hands to ruffle his hair, only he didn't get to do it for long.
"Gokudera-kun." the soft Soprano voice caused Gokudera's fingers to freeze between his locks. "What are you doing?"
"Juudaime..." Slowly, Gokudera turned around to face her. "Good mor-"
What. The. Hell?
Gokudera didn't know if he was looking at some kind of illusion of what would have been his boss or if he had somehow slipped into a fantasy land. For never in the few months he had known the girl, had she ever looked the way she did now.
He usually saw her with non-brushed hair as she didn't bother with it in the morning with so much else to do and most of the time she skips on showering for three to four days due to the lack of time for it. So now when she was standing in front of him, her hair both showered and brushed, not to mention styled with a flower ornament at the side of her hair... he felt the breath leaving his lungs.
It wasn't until he saw her hand clutching onto the smaller limb of the cow that he managed to snap out of it.
"Juudaime..." he swallowed. "Who did..." he couldn't even get the words out.
Juudaime looked as if she understood exactly what he was indicating.
Lifting one of her delicate hands, he let her fingertips brush over her hair.
"Bianchi got to me before I had the chance to leave my bedroom..." she mumbled to herself, moving her hand to rub the back of her neck self-consciously.
Damn you aneki!
"Does it look stupid?"
The question brought the silverette out of his mental planning on how to somehow murder his elder sister when she least expected it. He looked at her again and felt his face steadily growing hotter with each second he let his eyes linger.
"N-no." he stammered. "You look great."
He knew he had said the right thing when Juudaime's face broke out in a wide, sunny smile that lit up her whole face.
"Thank you."
"Arara." that idiot cow's voice broke through the air.
The whole time Gokdera and Tsuna had had their little conversation, he had just been looking back and forth between the two. Now, he was smirking to himself as if he had though of the most funny joke with his hand in front of his mouth as to conceal his chuckles.
"Ahodera's face is red."
The little cow had taken to calling Gokudera that some time ago, and to say that the bomber hated the nickname would be an understatement.
"Don't call me that Ahoshi!" the silverett countered as he brought up his fists in warning.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY!?"
It there is anyone out there that feels that they could take this story and continue down the road I have already half-assedly paved, please write to me and this storry could be continued by someone who will probably have more ideas than I have left.
For the third time.
I am SOOOOOOOOOOO sorry about this.