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I honestly have no idea on what I have just seen!
Okay, backtrack to a few days ago… Everyone come out of their separation alive and the message was somehow relayed that there was going to be a showdown with Tsuna and Bakugan-sama (I was only half paying attention up until this point). So then we had to be transported back to the past (home, sweet home), and then Reborn had instructed (I found out much later that Reborn was Tsuna's home tutor that specifically came from Vongola Nono, the Ninth Boss of the Vongola) Tsuna to conjure up the First Boss of Vongola.
Now I have to admit that I have been in some weird crap, but to conjure up a dead person? It could be possible if you have those psychic (yes I believe in those too) people, but we had no such thing. So how the hell did it happen? With a ring of course.
The process? Will it.
That was some pretty weird crap… and I do mean weird.
What took me aback was the striking resemblance between Tsuna and the First Boss of the Vongola (Reborn had supplied that his name was Giotto di Vongola). I was pretty sure that I had been switching glances between the two (it couldn't hurt to check carefully, right?) for an hour, and I had come to the conclusion that he must be Tsuna's birth father (don't ask, my brain has received quite a lot of damage recently).
Giotto (other than being a bland-ish cool guy) was rather curious (I doubt that anyone else saw this fact as they were too busy to comprehend that there was someone with such a high status in front of them, spirit or not). I think he caught my stares and sent discreet glances at me when he thought I wasn't looking (well too bad for you old man, I have adapted to understand everything around me, so hah!). I think I also imagined a subtle frown on him (not something good for the complexion, old man, not good), but it could be my imagination.
Well anyways, the good stuff came afterwards. They kept appearing, testing Tsuna and the rest of the Vongola Tenth Generation, and I was literally having fun in watching what happened… at least the ones that I knew were happening… But then 'unexpected' became my new friend without my notice. It started with me going home (I can't put in words on how much I've missed it)…
and I had immediately gone to take a shower, I don't think I'll ever get the life worth of grime off of me but it was a start. And to sum up my showering experience: it was bliss. "Oh how I've missed you~"
It wasn't long until I had finished and stepped out of the tub. I dried myself up and hooked the towel around my nether regions. Satisfied that it wouldn't fall off, I opened the bathroom door.
Only to close it back again and lock it.
Why?
It seems like the ghosts of the First Generation seemed to take residence in my room.
Why it's the plural of ghost?
There were at least seven heads when I counted.
How do I know it's the First Generation?
Apparently Giotto was there, so I let the dots connect themselves.
"I'm not insane right?" I slid down the bathroom door, my head in my hands. Just to be sure, I did a small test. "Okay then, what's one plus one? Two, right? Good I'm not insane."
With a sigh I heaved myself up from my crouched position and searched through the cabinets of my bathroom. I had a pair of extra clothes stuffed in here, in case somebody came barging through my room and decided that it would do the world good for them to grace me with their presence… I had a lot of friends in America who did that, but they usually gave a yell to let me know that I was indeed having friends over for no apparent reason. But a ghost, and his companions? Not my cup of tea.
"Damnit! I'm starting to sound British!" I muttered, finally finding my clothes that I had stuffed in the back of the cupboard. I swiftly changed into my clothes, sweatpants, socks, a T-shirt, and a hooded sweatshirt. Of course I also had undergarments, but really you don't need to know that. Making sure I was presentable enough, I opened the door again and entered my room. The ghosts had not moved from their spots, which was creepy in a way… "So do I need to know the reason that you all decided to enter into my room without my permission?"
They all stared.
I stared back.
Then the silence was broken when the red haired tattooed man spoke. "He really does look like him."
"I knew there was a resemblance, but for it to be this far…" Giotto muttered with a sigh.
"Aha~ who knew that we would find someone like him, 400 years into the future!" The Japanese man laughed cheerily.
"Yare, yare, this is really troublesome," The green haired man stated lazily, running a hand through his hair.
"Nufufufu, God must really hate you, Giotto," The blue haired man smirked, turning towards the blonde man.
"Don't use God's name in vain Daemon," The man with the priest robes reprimanded the previous man with a disapproving tone. He earned a glare, but it didn't seem to affect him so much.
"Interesting," The platinum blonde man smirked as he kept analyzing me. It felt creepy, like how it was so similar to Kyoya's analytical stare… ugh…
That aside, I was wondering if it was a good thing on learning Japanese after all, or whether I should be pissed because they were talking about me like I wasn't there… or more like analyzing me like some weird specimen…
"So," I started lamely, but it was successful in gaining their attention. "should I know who you guys are referring to, or… pretend this never happened and you guys can just poof out of here… you know… like real ghosts should do after they scare the crap out of someone… ?"
Talking for that one minute of my life must have been a waste of my breath, since I was ignored.
They returned to their mutters and at some point I stopped caring if they were in my room, and found my homework on my desk. Might as well do something productive rather than standing there glaring at nothing. While rummaging through my bag for a pencil, you never know where they go those damn pencils, I hadn't noticed that one of the ghosts had drifted over to where I was. Not until, of course, it was too late.
"You're not doing these questions right," I jumped in my seat, startled, and turned, wide eyed, to the one beside me. Turns out it was Mr. Platinum Blonde. "He was way better at math than you are."
Should I feel insulted? … that didn't sound right… a dead man was insulting me… still, I felt insulted. I huffed, frowning. "Well sorry for not being smart like Mr. Einstien, but I have just recently started understanding the Japanese language."
It was true, I wouldn't be so bad at math if I knew what was going on. And those worded problem questions? My bane of existence on paper. And being transferred into a school that practically teaches in Japanese, it is Japan, I didn't get a single thing at all. And they consider me a problem child. Well, fuck you too school, fuck you.
I was brought back to ground zero when I was smacked round my head. Familiar? Quite so. I looked up and was met with Mr. Platinum Blonde. "What was that for?"
"You do not speak to someone older than you with that kind of attitude, especially to your teacher." He stated, his eyes boring into me. I would not kid you here, it made me shrink that look.
It then hit me a second later, and I frowned slightly in thought. "Teacher?"
"Now let me explain this, and I will only explain it once," He grabbed my pencil out of my hand and began scribbling on my paper. I pushed my thoughts out in order to pay attention to the lesson I was receiving, from a ghost no less.
Surprisingly, it actually made sense.
He explains way better than a living teacher… ouch there is a huge burn in that one…
He ended the lesson and I immediately got to work on my homework, sometimes receiving pointers here and there, but it helped me. So who was I to complain? Somehow, he had stayed by my side helping me through the pile of homework that I had left on top of my desk. I didn't even ask where he had gotten the patience from, it was a mountain and I didn't understand half of it. The others were having their conversations, and I swear that I heard something crash but didn't think much of it.
By the time…
I had finished everything, the sun was setting. The rest of them were still there (I have no clue on why they were there in the first place), and I ended up being sat through a long lecture of some sort of history lesson (I do not know how that even started) where everyone contributed and it extended even more (I was pretty sleepy by this time and had hardly gotten what half of the things being said were). Something about some orphan turned merchant and had some successful business that lasted throughout the generations (apparently, it is still existing till this day). I was pretty sure that by the time they had gone through half of the story I had passed out.
The next day, I was told that I was going to be taught Italian by them (why they even appeared in front of me again was beyond my reasoning now). And that was how I had gained teachers, that weren't even living (they all surprisingly taught well), teaching me Italian (which I later found out that it was the demented Spanish that I had kept hearing).
They're teaching was superb (I'm sure I've stated this one too many times but it's true), but their course was intensive (meaning I had to get it done in the remaining days that we were staying in Namimori).
By the time it was done (the intensive Italian program), I pretty much had a good grasp on it, and soon had to pack my bags for the trip back to the nine year later future again (I don't think that I would be useful, but it was a big no for me to stay behind, something about balance I think…). I was sort of surprised that I had been missing Bakugan-sama (never thought I'd actually admit that)…
I didn't see the ghosts since (another thing that I didn't think I'd admit to miss…).
P.S. Maybe the next time a dead person decides to teach me, agreeing would be a good choice…