Verse: In which Nono hires hitmen and assassins to kill Sawada Tsunayoshi to eliminate any possible competition for the Decimo title against his sons; but to his utter disbelief, they all manage to fail.
Each drabble section is within the same AU.
1. Yamamoto
No one really thought that Yamamoto was actually a sharp guy. It was fine with him though. While he liked talking to people and making new friends, it was more of an autopilot necessity thing rather than a conscious thing. So when his father told him about a requested hit on someone he knew, he was kind of surprised but didn't really question it. It was usually better that way.
"Um, excuse me, are you lost?"
Yamamoto blinked. He looked down at the shorter male who looked like he could use some sleep. He was pretty sure that he was well-hidden while shadowing Tsuna back home, so being outed was unexpected. Shifting to shield his katana from view, Yamamoto grinned even though he was wearing a mask. "Kind of," he said, laughing sheepishly and lowering his voice for effect. He almost felt bad when Tsuna dropped his guard, almost. "I just moved here a few days ago. Thought that I'd take a walk and get used to the neighborhood."
What was baffling was that Tsuna didn't question why he was walking around alone late at night in an empty park. Yamamoto figured Tsuna was just coming back from the university library or a night class. He didn't really know him all that well, other than the fact that he was referred to as "Dame-Tsuna" in middle school and didn't have many friends. He mentally shrugged. That wasn't something he should be concerned about. All he needed was one clean hit.
"Oh," Tsuna said. "Well, I'm heading to Midori. It's not that far from here, but if you tell me where you live, I can tell you which bus to take. There's a few running at this time."
"Thanks! You're a life-saver!"
They engaged in small talk, exchanging names with Yamamoto asking if he was a student and so on. Just basic stuff to get Tsuna to relax. It was a mistake. Yamamoto couldn't help finding him absolutely adorable. And it physically hurt him to actually continue with the hit.
"—ure you don't look that terrible," Tsuna said, when he asked him about the mask.
Yamamoto just hummed a non-committal answer, his hand going to the hilt of his katana. Tsuna had his back to him. It was hard to fight the urge to tell him that he shouldn't have his guard lowered like that, to be so vulnerable. Yamamoto cringed when he heard his blade lightly scrape against his sheath after he partially withdrew it.
Tsuna turned to him with a kind smile. "I'm sure you're not as terrible as you look, Shiro-san. If it helps, I'm not that great myself."
Yamamoto wanted to deny that because Tsuna was just too cute. In the end, he put his katana back and let Tsuna lead him to the nearest bus stop. When he returned home, his father could only stare at him in confusion when he said that he wouldn't accept the hit.
"Did something happen?" Tsuyoshi said carefully.
"Something like that," Yamamoto said. "I'm going to sleep. Night."
If Tsuyoshi thought his son was being weird, he didn't bring it up. When Yamamoto saw Tsuna in his statistics class the next day, he shocked everyone by sitting next to the brunet and giving him a bright smile. "Hey, do you mind if I sit here?" he said.
Gaping, Tsuna blinked a couple of times. "Oh, um, sure, I guess…?"
Undeterred by the other's shyness, Yamamoto made himself comfortable as if he belonged there. While the professor droned on about standard deviation, Yamamoto thought about all the people he could kill after the small hitch last night. Most of them just happened to be young adults who pestered the adorable brunet beside him.
Tsuna sneezed, and no one but his classmates thought it was a little creepy when Yamamoto silently cooed. No one bothered Tsuna much after that.
2. Gokudera
The brunet didn't drive a car. He took public transit, and that'd get messy with collateral damage and all that. Too many people in a small space would guarantee unwanted attention. But Gokudera was nothing if not efficient. As soon as he received the hit request from Vongola Nono, he dropped everything he was doing and took the first plane to Japan.
For weeks, he tracked Sawada Tsunayoshi and found that the young man had a very predictable, boring-as-hell routine, but Gokudera stuck out for a couple of more days in case. There was nothing extraordinary about Tsunayoshi. He had no friends other than some baseball dunce who followed him around and only went to university and work, working graveyard shifts because his co-workers took advantage of him.
Gokudera found it disgustingly pathetic.
In the end, he decided to strike at night when Tsunayoshi was alone in Yoshida Mart. And he was mentally prepared for anything—until he wasn't.
"Good evening," Tsunayoshi said, straightening behind the counter. His greeting went unanswered.
Gokudera walked down the aisles, pretending to peruse the products. The store didn't have any security cameras or mirrors. This was insultingly too easy for 100 million euros. Keeping his head low, Gokudera shifted through the snacks. His mask covered his face from view, but when he glanced at Tsunayoshi from the corner of his eye, the brunet was more focused on not-so-discreetly reading a textbook than checking on the only customer in the store. The bell jingled. Make that two.
With a soft click of his tongue, Gokudera crouched and placed a small detonator underneath the shelves. It'd go off in 10 minutes, more than enough time for him to leave. The most the police could do was think it was a wiring gone wrong. A yelp made him tense.
"Give me all your money!" a gruff voice said.
"O—Okay!" Tsunayoshi said. "Please don't hurt me!" Gokudera scowled, but stayed in place. He heard the cash register clank open and bills quickly being shuffled. He glanced at the detonator. There was still enough time. "Wait!"
A lanky man appeared at the end of the aisle. He looked like a low-life thug. Gokudera stared at him blankly but remained silent. The thief gaped at him. "What the—"
"The hell are you looking at?" Gokudera said.
He didn't expect Tsunayoshi to have the fucking guts to appear out of nowhere and knock the thug to the ground. "He has a knife!" the brunet said, wrestling with the thief. "Run!"
For a second, Gokudera's brain short-circuited, but after the thug knocked Tsunayoshi down, he was up on his feet and kicking him away. Sputtering, the robber tried to lunge for Gokudera, who easily dodged the clumsy strike and bashed the man's head against the wall, knocking him out. Tsunayoshi squeaked. "T—Thank you," he said, trying hard not to tremble. "Um, are you okay? Did he hurt you?"
For once Gokudera couldn't speak because he didn't know what to say. A high-pitched, incessant beeping came from the shelves, making them both stiffen. Shit, the detonator. He gasped when Tsunayoshi grabbed him and managed to haul them through the window; a rain of glass shards scattered across the pavement before the store exploded.
Fire blazed among the rubble while Gokudera and Tsunayoshi coughed from the smoke. The brunet started fussing over him, ignoring a nasty gash on his own arm. "Are you okay? Are you bleeding? I'll call for an ambulance so stay with me, okay? Don't die!"
"Why did you…"
Tsunayoshi furrowed his brows, and Gokudera would always deny that it was cute. "Did you just expect me to leave you there and blow up into chunks or something?" He laughed deliriously. "Ah, shit, my textbooks…"
No one had ever done that for Gokudera before, ever. He disappeared before the ambulance came and when he passed the bookstore on the way back to the airport the next day, he just…couldn't fucking resist,. He snuck into Tsunayoshi's dorm building and left the new textbooks in front of the brunet's door. He didn't want to stay long but found himself lingering behind some trees near the library.
"—ound them this morning!" Tsunayoshi said. The baseball idiot was with him since they shared statistics together. Gokudera ignored the small twinge in his chest. "I honestly thought I had to take out my savings to buy them again."
Yamamoto laughed, but only Gokudera noticed the not-so-innocent gleam in his eyes. "That's good though, right?"
Tsunayoshi smiled. "I guess. It even has all these notes that makes it easy to understand. I wish I knew who gave them to me. I really want to thank them…"
Bianchi would've called him a dumbass, and Gokudera would've agreed, but he didn't regret enrolling in Namimori University later that week. He also didn't give any fucks whenever Yamamoto gave him the stink-eye while no one else was looking or losing 100 million euros.
3. Lambo
The only reason he came to Japan was to get his father's praise. Nono's request couldn't have come at a better time. Also, 100 million euros? Do you know how much grape candies someone could buy with that amount of money? Lambo drooled at the thought.
It wasn't hard to find Sawada Tsunayoshi. Lambo blended in easily enough. He always seemed a little older than he looked, which helped with scoring numbers and party invites, but that wasn't his objective today. After buying civilian clothes, Lambo tracked Tsunayoshi for a few days to get used to his routine. There wasn't anything interesting about him, but there was a baseball player who sometimes hung around him, and he had a scary punk tutor. Whatever. It was none of Lambo's business. All he had to do was kill the guy.
One day, he discovered Tsunayoshi's biggest weakness and it was just glorious. Seriously, it just made the mission a whole lot easier. Lambo honestly didn't think that he'd be able to get by the baseball player or the scary tutor. Call him a coward but hey, he had a brain. He knew when to pick his battles and those two weren't worth it.
After Tsunayoshi left a lecture on Thursday, alone, Lambo followed him to his job at a nice café in Midori. Along the way, a crying kid turned the corner of the street, clearly lost. Lambo hid behind a wall and watched Tsunayoshi approach the little girl and gently coax her into telling him what was wrong. The soft look in his eyes reminded Lambo of Giulia, his nanny.
Lambo followed the two to Third Street and almost got distracted by the ridiculous sales the stores had. Honestly, if Armani and Prada had these all day, every day, he'd die a happy man.
"Do you want some ice cream?" Tsunayoshi said to the little girl. "We can get some while we wait for your mom."
The little girl was just sniffling now. She could only muster a watery smile, but it was a smile nonetheless. They disappeared inside an ice cream store, the bell tinkling their arrival. Lambo tapped his chin in thought. Yeah, that would work. His famiglia had some smart scientists who created the notorious Ten-Year-Bazooka and its pill version. If Lambo went to Tsunayoshi now as a 15-year-old, his plan wouldn't work. He'd turn into a 5-year-old, get Tsuna to lower his guard, and sneak a grenade inside his pocket. Easy.
After Tsunayoshi returned the girl to her mother, Lambo popped a Ten-Year-Pill in his mouth and gritted his teeth. He didn't like using it—feeling your whole body shrink inside and out was painful—but 100 million euros, a lifetime's worth of grape candies, and his father's acknowledgement were on the line here. Stretching out his little arms, Lambo dashed towards the streets and right into the back of Tsuna's legs.
"What the—Oh, hey, um, no, don't cry!"
Lambo couldn't help it. The pain from the transformation wasn't exactly a walk in the park. "Gotta stay calm…"
Well shit, he shouldn't have done that, but hey, it was more believable this way. He could barely hear what Tsunayoshi was saying over his loud tears until the smell of pastries and coffee wafted in his nose. Slowly, he started to calm down and take note of his surroundings. They were inside Teacup Garden, the café Tsunayoshi worked at.
"Come on, don't cry," Tsunayoshi said gently. It was then Lambo noticed he was being carried by the brunet. His arms were really warm…
"Where are your parents?"
Lambo feigned ignorance. He wasn't going to say a word. After Tsunayoshi tried many times to get him to talk, he gave up and told him to stay at the counter so he could keep a close eye on him. Lambo was content with being doted on by the female patrons and fed ice cream all day, a good distraction from the minor hiccup.
"You can tell me where they are," Tsunayoshi said, carrying him in the streets. His shift had just ended and the skies were beginning to darken. "I can call them for you."
Lambo unconsciously snuggled closer against Tsunayoshi's chest. He had about an hour before the pill's effects would disappear, but this…felt nice. Sniffling, he wished Giulia and Mama were here.
"If you don't tell me, I'm going to have to take you to the police. I don't think you'd like that. I'm not sure I do either."
Lambo waited until they were in an emptier street. He didn't—wouldn't—feel bad about killing Tsunayoshi. No, he wouldn't. But when he pulled out a grenade from his thick hair, he just couldn't do it. He tensed when Tsunayoshi hummed a small tune under his breath, oblivious to what he was doing. Lambo didn't recognize it, but he thought of Mama's hugs and Giulia's smiles and everything just hurt all over again.
He leapt out of Tsuna's arms and turned to him with a big smile. His cheeks ached. "Thanks, nii-san! Bye-bye!"
"Huh? Wait!"
Lambo ran. He ran as far as he could until he collapsed near a park bench and turned back to his original self. Gasping, he struggled to his knees, gripping the bench for support. For a long time, he sat there, catching his breath and taking in the calm silence. Then he laughed. He laughed until his stomach hurt and his lungs squeezed too hard. But it didn't feel all that bad.
He dialed a number on his phone as he stared up at the starry sky. "So, what's the progress on those pills? Any chance they could last longer?"
This was dumb, but Lambo liked to think that Mama wanted him to be happy.
4. Ryohei
This wasn't the most ideal job in the world, but if it helped Ryohei pay for his sister's tuition and father's debt, he learned to stop complaining a long time ago. That still didn't mean he liked doing it. He tripled the amount of his training regimen when he accepted Nono's request as a means to repent for what he was about to do, but it wasn't enough. It was never enough.
If there was a decent job out there with good pay for a high school dropout, Ryohei would appreciate it. Heck, he'd leave this tainted life and accept it in a heartbeat. Ten years had passed and there was still no sign of it, of any changes. Ryohei was stuck here.
No one suspected him of anything, not even his sweet sister, Kyoko, or her perceptive best friend, Hana. It just made the guilt worse, but Ryohei didn't know what he'd do if they knew. When the sun was just peeking above the horizons, Ryohei was already out running. One of the few things that kept him anchored was exercising, and his morning jog was a good way to start the day.
He passed by Haruno Mart and glanced through the windows. His lips twitched when he saw Sawada dozing off on the counter. He honestly didn't know why anyone would want him dead. He knew about Sawada; he was a shy kid who had a major crush on Kyoko back in middle school and mostly blended in the background. Kind of pitiful, really. He could do with some boxing lessons.
Seemed like he took another graveyard shift today. Ever since Yoshida Mart exploded a few weeks ago, Sawada didn't seem to take a break before finding a new job. Ryohei sympathized with him. He'd seen Kyoko's tuition bills. They were extremely difficult to pay off, especially when you lived by yourself. In that regard, he could only respect Tsunayoshi's tenacity. Still didn't make it any easier to kill him.
Ryohei tapped on the window and quickly hid behind a sign. He chuckled when Sawada bolted up and looked around, confused, until he saw the clock. "Agh, shit!" Sawada sprinted to the back to change and Ryohei went on his way.
He didn't know when or how he'd kill Sawada, but by the end of the week, it seemed more like an excuse than anything to not commit the deed. One blow to the head—that was what Ryohei decided on. Quick, painless, merciful. Whatever Sawada did to draw Vongola Nono's ire was none of his business.
The question was still when.
"—ou do to Yamamoto, huh?"
Leaning his foot on a bench, Ryohei paused from tying his shoelaces and looked towards the direction of the voice. He stood up, forgetting the bag of drinks his father had asked him to buy for his students. His blood pulsed in his veins, hot and fast.
"I—I didn't do anything to him! I promise!"
Sawada? Ryohei appeared just in time to see a guy kick Sawada to the ground. His books spilled out of his bag, but one of the punk's friends stepped on his chest, keeping him in place. Tears sprung up in Sawada's eyes. He wasn't looking at the small group but at his notebooks. "Please don't ruin them. They're Hayato's…"
Ryohei was already moving before anyone realized he was there. With a sprint, he punched the one pinning Sawada down in the stomach and hurled him at his friends, knocking them down like bowling pins. He blocked the leader's jab with his forearm and returned two of his own to the other's ribs. In seconds, he was the only man standing.
Sawada's breath hitched before he scrambled to collects his books with trembling hands. Ryohei stared at his vulnerable back. His hands clenched into fists. One hit—all it would take was just one hit and his debts would be erased for life.
"Thank you, Sasagawa-senpai!" Sawada said, bowing towards him. "You didn't have to do that!"
Ryohei forced on a grin. "What are you talkin' about? I couldn't let them get away with it! Are you okay?"
Sawada nodded. "I—I'm fine, really! The real question is if you're okay." He shuffled on his feet, looking more like a sad, chastised kitten. Ryohei didn't know what to feel about that. "But really, you didn't have to do that…"
It surprised them both when Ryohei reached out to ruffle Tsuna's hair. It was softer than it looked. "It's all good, Sawada." The older man's smile relaxed. "Hey, what do you say about takin' up boxing, huh? It's an extremely good sport." He did some jabs in the air just to show off, making Sawada laugh. "A mean hook can go a long way, you know?"
Sawada flushed. "Oh no, I couldn't. I'm not…really a sporty person. Actually, it's better I don't."
"Come on, I'll help you. Just one lesson. I'll give it for free, too. My dad won't mind."
In the end, all it took was one minute to see what Sawada meant by not being an athletic person, but Ryohei immediately got pumped when he noticed that the brunet had very good body instincts. It kind of dampened his mood when he realized that it must've been because Sawada was bullied for so long that his body became accustomed to dodging.
Still, Sawada became a regular after that and Ryohei couldn't be happier. He knew potential when he saw it, and Sawada was going to become something amazing someday. He just hoped to be there when it happened.
5. Hibari
No one ordered him what to do—no one. So when Hibari received a request from Nono for a hit, he thought that the old carnivore was losing his touch. The target was the only thing that slightly piqued his interest: Sawada Tsunayoshi. It had been years since Hibari saw the weak herbivore skittering in Namimori Middle's hallways. He was forgettable, if he wasn't so pathetic.
Sipping his tea, Hibari basked in the quiet stillness morning brought him and watched the koi fish swim lazily in their pond. Hibird snoozed on top of his head, which he didn't mind. The bird was a small, comforting weight that he appreciated. The blue skies were cloudless today again, another sign of good weather for the day.
A low voice spoke from outside his door, "Kyo-sama."
Hibari didn't answer, and he didn't need to. Tetsu stepped inside with a bow, sliding the door shut behind him, and sat down across the table without a sound, just as he was trained to. Hibari didn't want weakness in his pack, nor did he want incompetence.
"This is everything we gathered about Sawada Tsunayoshi." Tetsu opened a file and slid it on front of Hibari to read. "He's a second-year student at Namimori University pursuing a Culinary Arts degree. His grades are average but improving because of another student, Gokudera Hayato, who tutors him four days a week. He doesn't seem to have much friends though Yamamoto Takeshi, the baseball team's ace player, frequently hangs around him. On the weekends, Tsunayoshi goes to Sasagawa Boxing Academy to train, which is a new development. He works three part-time jobs to pay his tuition after his parents passed away four years ago in a traffic accident." Tetsu glanced up briefly to gauge Hibari's reaction, but he gave away nothing.
"Are you finished?" Hibari said.
"Ah, no. It appears that Vongola Nono targeted Tsunayoshi due to his father's bloodline. Both are Vongola Primo's direct descendants, making Tsunayoshi a contender for the Decimo title. I assume that Nono is trying to take out any competition for his sons in the near future. He can't ever be too careful."
Hibari studied Tsunayoshi's picture. Now he looked like a small animal, something to be protected. How he could have Vongola's blood was beyond Hibari's comprehension, but that didn't matter. Mafia politics weren't any of his business unlike with his disgraceful cousin. What mattered was that Nono sent a threat towards one of his own. Tsunayoshi was in his territory, meaning he belonged to him.
Nono was very out of touch, Hibari thought, rising elegantly to his feet. Tetsu followed his motion.
"I heard enough," Hibari said, fixing his black kinagashi. "He should've known better. I'm not my cousin." At that, he scowled. "Where is the little animal now?"
Tetsu blinked. "Little…animal?" He widened his eyes in comprehension. "Oh"—he glanced at his watch—"Tsunayoshi should be finishing his last lecture for today. Why do you a—"
"Bring him here."
Tetsu almost choked but saved face in time remarkably well. "I'm sorry?"
Hibari smiled slightly, which would've looked like a sneer to most people. "It'd be good to see if he is learning well from his higher education. All the servants are free to leave."
The little animal had the same reaction as Tetsu when he arrived at the Hibari Compound an hour later, but he looked…fluffier, if that was the right word. "I'm sorry, wait, what?"
"Did I stutter, little animal?" Hibari said. That was enough for Tsunayoshi to shut up and follow Tetsu to the kitchen. Hibird had also made himself home on the little animal's head.
Another hour passed by before Tsunayoshi returned with a small table of food that he had cooked. There was a plate of enticing hamburger steak that still sizzled a bit. Perhaps the little animal was not so incompetent after all.
As if he read Hibari's mind, Tsunayoshi just smiled nervously. "Ah, Kusakabe-san told me about your favorite dish so…"
It was amusing to see the small one closely watch Hibari after he took his first bite. He chewed on the tender meat, savoring the perfect blend of spices and sauce on his tongue. He supposed that this was a worthy investment. "You will come every Tuesday and prepare me lunch. Tetsu will drive you here."
Tsunayoshi blinked. "I—I'm sorry, what?"
"I do not tolerate lateness or absences." Hibari sliced another piece of steak and raised it to his mouth. He almost smirked at the blush on the little animal's cheeks. "I won't wait for an answer."
"Oh, um, I guess—Um, I mean yes, Hibari-san. I'll…do that."
"Good."
As a response to Nono's request, Hibari sent back Vongola's sleeper agents in boxes; they had lingered in Namimori after killing countless people in a manufactured accident, including Tsunayoshi's parents. If he was younger, he would have went to Italy himself, but he found that this sort of maneuver was much more rewarding.
Namimori was his territory and the little animal was therefore his to protect. No one could stand in his way.
6. Mukuro and Chrome
They were rarely contacted unless someone was desperate, very desperate. So it amused Mukuro to no end when he received a hit request from the Vongola Nono himself to kill some Japanese civilian named Sawada Tsunayoshi. Chrome had blanched when he read the letter, but didn't protest when they took the next flight to Japan. She was never fond of committing these deeds and Mukuro never listened to anyone, but the target warranted some curiosity.
Mukuro and Chrome shared one mind and soul after going through horrific experiments in the Estraneo Famiglia, but that only made them stronger and all the more vicious when they escaped. Vindice only spared them on the count of self-defense after taking the experiments into account; however, that did nothing to sway the siblings.
They despised anything to do with the mafia. Mukuro liked to say that he could have taken over the underworld whenever he wanted in an instant, but Chrome knew better. He was tired from drifting in an endless black hole that only bred more and more hate. Hating, to Chrome, was draining, and anything she felt, Mukuro felt as well. And so, they used their skills to eradicate the ones that didn't deserve to exist.
There was no shortage of filth in the world after all. If this Sawada Tsunayoshi turned out to be a wife-beater, then they supposed they could carry out the hit; however, they didn't actually accept Nono's request on official terms, just told him that they would scope things out. That seemed to relieve the old man nonetheless.
When Chrome saw Tsunayoshi for the first time, she whimpered quietly and shook her head. "No," she said. "Brother, no."
Mukuro didn't respond, though his smile was a little more strained than usual. They hid themselves in plain sight with the help of their illusions, surrounded by squealing children and barking dogs. Chrome smoothed out her skirt, a nervous tic, and shook her head again. "This is a mistake," she whispered.
"Hush, Chrome," Mukuro said softly. "We shall see."
Chrome pursed her lips but followed her brother anyways. They approached the napping brunet and stood over his prone form, which laid on a picnic blanket. Mukuro raised a brow when he recognized the only son of the Bovino Famiglia playing by the swing set. From what he remembered, the boy was supposed to be 15, not 5. He didn't sense any Mist Flames around him, so he assumed that it must have something to do with one of their technological contraptions. Either way, the boy wasn't any real threat to them.
"Brother…"
Chrome's pleading whisper went ignored as they both entered Tsunayoshi's mind. They found nothing out of the ordinary, just mundane things normal for any civilian. There was no inkling of information about the mafia anywhere in his painfully average memories. Pity, since Mukuro would've loved to gain another upper-hand on the Vongola. Chrome sent him a chastising look but he ignored it as usual.
They didn't delve in any deeper than they should. Both held respect for another person's mind (despite Mukuro's inquisitive nature), and arrived in Tsunayoshi's dreamscape. It was…warm, Mukuro thought in surprise. There was sun here, and a crisp breeze that was gentle on his skin. He didn't speak when Chrome let go of his hand and walked towards a familiar figure in a field of white daffodils. She morphed into her child form, her trident dissolving in the wind.
Tsunayoshi, or his true soul, looked up with not surprise but kindness. Mukuro watched in quiet awe as Chrome fiddled with the hem of her white dress and listened to what Tsunayoshi said to her. He didn't need to read his lips. The voice of a person's soul would always ring true in the subconscious mind loud and clear.
"You look lonely," Tsunayoshi said, his voice gentle. "Is there anything you need?" He smiled. "Maybe a hug?"
Mukuro soon joined them when Chrome wrapped her arms around Tsunayoshi's neck, his own adult form transforming into that of a child. He didn't draw too close, almost afraid that the warmth the brunet emanated was false, a lie. They had already witnessed and suffered through so many. But again, to Mukuro's surprise, Tsunayoshi didn't call out to him. He simply held Chrome in his arms and let her stay like that for as long as she liked.
"He's warm," Chrome said, looking up at her brother. "Brother, he's warm. We can't…"
Face blank, Mukuro tugged her away. He had to be careful for any tricks, but inside he knew what that meant. That almost made him smile. Nono was most definitely unaware about Tsunayoshi's potential, and the brunet was also oblivious to who he was. It seemed that they were all played in the end.
"You can stay here," Tsunayoshi said. "You can stay for as long as you like. I don't mind. I get lonely, too…"
Chrome tightened her grip on Mukuro's shirt when his trident materialized in his hand. He pointed the tip at Tsunayoshi's throat. His smile wasn't cruel or proud. "Even if we do this?"
The young man didn't blink; there was no hate in his eyes. The trident hadn't felt so heavy in Mukuro's hand. "No." Tsunayoshi reached out to lower the trident and point it at his chest. "You won't do it anyways."
That was all Mukuro needed to hear. The siblings vanished from Tsunayoshi's mind and opened their eyes, finding themselves on either side of the man. He was still asleep, his face fair and innocent. Chrome reached out to stroke his cheek. Tsunayoshi didn't stir.
"I won't kill him," she said firmly. "We won't kill him."
Mukuro's lips curled into a smile. "No, we won't." He brushed a strand of hair from Tsunayoshi's face. "Perhaps we should stay a little longer. To scope, hm?"
Chrome returned the gesture. "Yes."
They remained by Tsunayoshi's sides, invisible to everyone, until the brunet left with the Bovino child. Not long after, Namimori University welcomed two new students. The siblings didn't bother to hide their smiles when Gokudera and Yamamoto glared at them across the lecture hall.
Yes, this would be fun indeed.
A/N This was supposed to be a crack thing but then it got angstier down the road and now I'm sad… :'^)
So, you can tell that the order of these drabbles are really wack and it's more about what I'm in the mood for. Writer's block still didn't disappear yet but I'm getting there (hopefully).
I initially planned on having all the groups within one page here, but I got a little lazy and burned out so I went with this format instead. The 2nd part will be Varia and the last part will be Arcobaleno. I don't know when I'll post them though…
You're all still free to leave theme suggestions! I won't promise I'll get to them all but I'll try to.
Thank you for reading! And good luck to those who have finals. :'^)
Have a lovely day~
Little Miss Bunny