Awesome! Here's the next chapter (stayed up way too late to finish this up)… Thanks to Kuroi Rin, TransparentAnswer and Kei for reviewing! :D
Enjoy!
It's been five days since the whole 'I burned your house and now you are within my grasp incident'… Wow… that is a pretty long name… Ahem, well I should recount my days at the Sawada's Household, and, really, to make it short it was chaos. Pure and utter chaos. Chrome somehow was able to live through the incident pretty well, while I… I was subjected to even more pink smoke torture. The greatest amount that I was hit with the bazooka (who the hell let a five year old child take a bazooka?!) was at least ten times, in a single day (I'm still having trouble in wrapping my head around the fact that a five, five, year old kid is in within reach of a huge ass weapon! Where does humanity go when you need it?!).
The bazooka incidents aside (coughfiveyearoldcough), I was also subjected to the torture of Tsunayoshi (it completely goes off the ten fingers and toes I have). For the past four days (including today as the fifth), I have been given a kiss (yes, on the lips) for almost every unnecessary occasion (going to bed, waking up in the morning, before I head to the bathroom, before and after breakfast, lunch, and dinner, even when I'm napping (Reborn told me about this with that smug smirk of his…)!), and that's not what irked me (not anymore anyway), what irked me was that I kept falling for that same trick over and over again (you think I would have learned not to fall for it, but nooo~ it just happened to be that my decisions disagreed with me). And you know what trick it was? It was:
'Cannon,'
'Yes?' (of course I turn to fucking damn face him!)
*smack*
Goddamnit! Even writing it out makes me irritated (stupid trick)! ARGH! GOD WHY DO YOU SUBJECT ME TO THIS TORTURE?! WHY?!
Ahem, tantrum aside (not really, since I am still fuming…), you can see what happens when you are taken into a household when you don't want to be in… Come to think of it… I don't think I even asked Tsuna on why the hell he does it… maybe I should… Though I have a perfectly good reason for not asking, since pretty much I have been questioning the existence of a kiss for god-knows how long (and yes, I was moping about).
In fact I've had a lot of denials (read as moping) during my stay in the Sawada household, it all started out pretty normal…
nothing out of the ordinary… Ok who was I kidding? If it considered me in the equation, the balance of normal and not-normal is practically nonexistent. Screw it! "You're going to get wrinkles if you keep frowning like that."
Ah the very reason why I am staying in this household on the forbidden side of Namimori.
"All of Namimori would be forbidden if you think that way, it would make no difference."
Oh shut up, sadistic baby, let me mope in peace.
"I'm afraid I can't let you do that."
Argh… Why world? Why did you take my normal life away from me?
"You never did have a normal life, even before getting tangled with the Mafia."
Can't I just mope in peace, please?
"Dame-Tsuna is getting worried, y'know."
Don't… don't even bring him into the topic of moping, I'd like to stay sane.
"You're back to frowning, Cannon."
I let out a defeated sigh. There was no way he was going to stop bothering me, was he?
"Correct, I'd rather have chaos than someone moping."
I groaned, toppling over onto the floor. I faintly noted that Tsuna's pensive expression was growing worried by the second, but I could hardly bring myself to care, I mean, my life was in front of me and there was another week and a half left until Mukuro came back with the others… My house was also under renovation, because some stupid infant decided that it would be amusing for my whole house to burn.
A hard shoe connected to my temple and I jumped up, glaring at the perpetrator, Reborn. "What the hell?! Why kick me?!"
"You insulted me." The infant stated, producing a cup of espresso out of the air… honestly, I should know how he does it…
"But that doesn't even give you the right to abuse me!" I retorted, nursing my injured temple, grumbling under my breath. "Since when do babies act all high and mighty…"
I was met with a pan to my face, knocking me back with surprising force. I heard Tsuna chide the damn hitman. "Reborn! You really will end up injuring Cannon!"
"Not my problem, he needs to understand that insults will not be tolerated." I could feel his shrug from my position on the floor. "Besides, he needs to accept the affections he is being given."
There was a strangled cry from somewhere, but I didn't care, I got up and stormed out of the room. If there was one thing that I would be in denial with, it was the homosexual title I was indirectly given. I was not a homosexual, nor would I ever be. I was perfectly male, my birth certificate states that I was a pretty healthy one too, so what is the point of me being homosexual? … Actually, I don't know the answer to that… I let out another sigh, entering the kitchen. "How was your talk with Reborn?"
I looked up tiredly to face the pink haired woman, I think Bianchi was her name, who sat at the table with Chrome across from her. I gave a halfhearted shrug. "Some complaints here and there, then the disagreements started."
"Love's quarrel," She nodded, and patted the empty seat next to her. "come, sit, and I'll console you through it."
I had the urge to scream really, really loudly, but refrained from doing so, instead I hit my face a couple of times and just stood there stubbornly. Was it that hard for everyone to accept that I was, and always am, a guy? Apparently it is. Nana, Tsuna's mom, then came into view. "Ara? Is Cannon-kun having problems?"
"Very much so, Sawada-san," I muttered dejectedly.
"Mm, that won't do, call me mama, Cannon-kun," Nana giggled. Was it just me, or did the air suddenly grow heavy? "after all someone as precious as you are to Tsu-kun, can't be found in a century!"
I felt a shiver run down my spine.
It was official.
Women were scary.
I turned and called out. "Lambo! I-Pin! Fuuta! We're headed for ice-cream!"
I then turned back to the matriarch of the household. "I'll be taking the kids out, mama."
"Oh what a sweet boy you are!" Nana smiled. I took that as my cue to leave, and possibly get very, very far from the house.
The kids were energetic enough for them to come to me than me to them, and honestly what would you expect from them? Obviously if food was in the equation they would definitely love to beat you to the door. We made our way to the ice cream stall with no problems at all, which was a plus for me. "Baka-non! Lambo-san wants another! Give Lambo-san another grape ice cream!"
Of course I spoke too soon, didn't I? I sighed. "I'm sorry Lambo, but if I give you anymore then there won't be room for mama's cooking alright?"
"But Lambo-san wants another grape ice cream!" I had to hold in the urge to strangle the poor kid, since all the anger I need to vent out is for Reborn.
So I grit my teeth, and offer something else. "Then how about we go to the park?"
"Lambo-san still wants grape ice cream!" Lambo then stuck his tongue out at me. The brat…
"Then as an apology for not buying grape ice cream, I'll buy you a 500 pack grape candy, how does that sound?" I resorted to bribing, it was pretty easy to win with the spoiled child with bribery.
"Mm, Lambo-san wants two packs of grape candy," Then again he was good at negotiating. I let my head fall in defeat.
"Alright, I'll buy you two 500 packs of grape candy then." I sighed, getting up. "Now let's see if I can find a good deal."
I let my eyes wander through the market, when I heard a sharp cry. Me, being myself, turned and found that it was too late to dodge the flying bazooka coming right at me. And here goes the pink smoke… I wonder if it can be a different color than pink… I let out a cough as I cleared it away from my vision took a look around at my surroundings. My surroundings consisted of a group of serious people, on what seemed to be some kind of contract agreement. Great, just my luck. I let my head fall into my open palm as I let out another dreary sigh. That's when the whispering started. "Who's he?"
"Tch, can't he control his disappearing act?"
"I'm sure he's having a hard time with it himself."
"I believe this is what they call the effect of the Ten Year Bazooka, am I not correct, Decimo?"
"Yes, it is." I looked up tiredly, taking in the new people that I had not yet met. There were three men, in their 20s or 30s, lean, muscular, fit, clean… yup, not much to take in…
The leader, or so I assumed, the guy was sitting a bit more forward than the other two, turned towards me. His face held no malice, but it was pretty easy to imagine the sneer. In short, I didn't like the guy. You could smell the evil… Wait… since when could I smell evil? Ugh, my brain is being turned to mush. I looked over at Tsuna, sitting at his desk, who looked very weary with the current guest. In fact everyone, aside from the three new people, looked weary. Even Ryohei's enthusiasm was diminished to a flicker. I was brought back to reality when the leader guy, my new dub, got up, making his way over to me. I took a step back only to hit a wall. Great, the stupid wall had to be here, just great. I stepped forward again, to regain my lost space, and kept an eye on the leader guy, a smirk now donned on his face. "Well, Cannon, I see you've kept your good looks even at a young age."
I have no idea what it was, but I snapped. I could care less if this was some kind of contract agreement, but I have gone for far too long without venting my anger, and five days of reigning it in was too much for me to bear. "And you know what? You're breath stinks, even at this age."
"My, getting haughty are we?" I must have hit a nerve if his smile was looking so strained.
"Oh no, it's my natural nature." I retorted crossing my arms.
"Is that so? Then I could probably fix that for you then." Ugh… he just sounded like a molester…
"Don't you dare touch me." I seethed, glaring like there was no tomorrow.
"And why should I not? You look far too delectable to leave alone." His grin widened.
"Do so, and I'll let the hounds on your trail." I snorted, lifting my chin a bit higher. "Besides, I'm already taken."
"You'll have more fun if you come with me, that's a promise." His sweet tone was too sickening, I had to control my gag.
"Fuck off," I sneered. "I'll just burn all your property."
"My, a little sadist, are we?" He took hold of my jaw, and squeezed my cheeks, a twisted smile creeping on his face. "I could work with that personality."
I then spat at his face, a bulls-eye right between his eyes… next time I should blind on of his eyes… Of course he immediately let go with a screech, and I couldn't describe how happy I was when the familiar pink smoke arrived. In fact I was really elated at the moment…
for obvious reasons of course (because I got to spit on someone's face and because of my close escape), I had the kids finish up their paly time, with enough time for me to go buy Lambo's grape candy (four bags of the 500 pieces), and I also bought another ice cream for them (even for the people at home)… That was a lot of money down the drain… oh well.
By the time I got home, dinner was served (talk about perfect timing), and practically everyone was thrown off by my elated mood (except for Chrome, since she perfectly knows my hard feelings to the letter).
Tsuna was the first to ask me, just as we were getting ready for bed, what happened when I had gone out, I remember I answered that I finally got to spit on someone's face, then I gave him a peck on the lips before blacking out…
Now writing this at the dead of night… I suddenly feel horrified at what I did (I mean I didn't have to kiss him did I?). There was no way I was going to live this down (not with someone name Reborn), I can only pray for my house to be repaired as fast and as soon as possible (I need to get out of this hellhole, and fast!).
Damnit… so tired now…
P.S. Avoid Tsuna as much as possible, don't even let Reborn get in the way.