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Chapter 15: Possessive Nature
When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade right? Tsuna thought differently.
He thought, if life gives you lemons, give them to your mom to make you the lemonade. It tasted better.
If life gave Reborn lemons, you automatically knew you had to run for your dear life if you wanted your eyes to be acidic free.
It was a summer midday, and the said Vongola boss was busy trying to escape from the hitman who was spraying lemon juice at his back. Tsuri was occupied in the bathroom, trying to rid her eyes of the substance that had gotten into her eye when their tutor woke them up. And well their mother? In their kitchen, using the lemons she had bought at the market the previous day to make lemonade for later in the day.
"Stop Reborn!" Tsuna wailed, as he hid behind a kitchen chair. "I said I was sorry!"
"Sorry doesn't cut it," the baby in the fedora lifted Leon, aiming for his students eyes. "Both you and Baka-Tsuri promised to get a 70 or higher in your make up test and failed. So now you pay the price."
"It's summer school! Not everyone takes it seriously!"
"I do."
Tsuna decided it was best not to retort anymore or he'd find his eyes stinging for who knew how long.
"You better pass the next test or next time I'll use an even better method to wake you two up." Reborn smirked at his student's freaked out expression and saw him without protest.
"HIEEEE! W-We promise! Just put the lemon juice away!" He screamed.
Yep, when life gives Reborn lemons, take it from him if you can and throw them as far as possible without thinking twice.
"Kaasan..." Tsuri walked in the dining room exhaustedly, revealing slightly red eyes. "Do we have ice packs?"
Nana shut the fridge door and greeted her daughter. "If course we do... Ri-chan? Why are your eyes so red? Were you crying?"
Tsuri eyed Reborn who's beaded black orbs glinted with hidden intentions. She immediately took that as a hint to not say anything pr she'd lose her sight for over a year. "I-I accidentally let soap enter my eye when I washed my face!"
Nana laughed. "Oh Ri-chan! You're so clumsy sometimes!" The mother pulled the teen from her arm gently and sat her down on the chair Tsuna was using as a shield against Reborn. "Let's see, hm, looks like you irritated it too much. I'll go see if I have any eye drops okay?"
Tsuri closed her eyes to stop the stinging and nodded. Tsuna shot a glare towards the baby who shrugged. "You went too far this time!"
"Not really. Tsuri just happened to be in front of you and took the blow," Reborn explained and jumped up in the table. Tsuri sighed. She definitely hated lemons now.
"You could have used something else though," Tsuri complained. "If Hibari-san sees me like this he's going to bite me to death for sure..."
"Hibari-san?" Tsuna asked, confused.
"We have a meeting with Yumei Private Middle School. It seems like our disciplinary committee and theirs are having an argument."
"What does that have to do with you?"
Tsuri opened her eyes, even though it stung badly she wanted to rip them off, and gave Tsuna an 'are you serious' stare. "I'm their secretary remember? I'm supposed to be there to take notes, give them a contract and maybe clean up if something tragic goes on. So if I can't see properly," she glared at the individual who caused her misery. "He'll flip out."
Tsuna paled. What was his sister doing? "...That's too much... I thought you were temporary."
Tsuri gave him the same identical look he was giving her, shrugged and shut her eyes again. "I thought so too but after that thing with Mukuro, he's refusing to let me go. That's Hibari-san. If something doesn't go his way, he uses any methods necessary to get it."
Nana had come back from the bathroom with a tiny bottle in hand.
"This will relieve the stinging okay?" Nana pulled her head back gently and began her work. "You know, I assumed you were crying because I thought your boyfriend broke up with you!" She continued, laying the bottle down once Tsuri's eyes took in the drops.
Tsuri choked on thin air, while Tsuna's eyes slanted down dangerously, releasing smoke that only dry ice would release. "Ara, is it just me or did it get a little cold in here?"
"I-I don't have a boyfriend Kaasan!" Tsuri yelled, blushing furiously. She then began to run her hands up her arms to warm them up, feeling chilly all of a sudden. "As if I would have one right now!"
"Are you sure you're not just putting up an excuse Tsuri?" Reborn asked innocently, obviously wanting to further worsen Tsuna's attitude. "You were crying all night too."
...When life gives you lemons, use them as a weapon to throw them at Reborn instead.
"Is this true Tsuri?" Tsuna's gravity defying hair was now waving around with a purplish aura. He had definitely heard his sister crying in the middle of the night. He thought it had been Lambo instead, since usually he'd be the one banging and crying at their room door for midnight snacks.
The said girl opened her recovering eyes and wanted to literally grab the lemon juice her mother had on top of the counter, and spill it all over the instigating tutor. "OF COURSE ITS NOT TRUE!" She defended loudly. "I was crying because someone had taken my last box of pocky from my stash last night! And, Lambo broke my game counsel! Have some trust in me stupid!"
"Then don't go crying for no reason in the middle of the night! " He retorted with the same tone, his dangerous aura long gone.
"Oi, remember I still have more lemon juice to shoot at someone," Reborn threatened. The twins recoiled at the mention of the damned fruit and backed away from him slowly.
Nana blinked. Then shined her lovingly smile everyone adored. "Oh Reborn-kun, would you like some lemonade?" Nana, oblivious to the arguments (or maybe deciding to ignore it) offered.
While Reborn turned his attention to the woman, Tsuna headed for the living room where Futa, I-pin, and Lambo were playing a board game.
"Gyahahahaha! Lambo-san wins again!"
"No fair Lambo! You cheated!" Futa pouted.
"Did not!"
"Did too!" I-pin joined the argument. "Lambo cheated! Not winner!"
"Lambo, you know you can't do that," Tsuna scolded lightly, kneeling down at his level. The cow child only stuck his tongue out at the Vongola boss in response. Tsuna's eyebrow twitched.
"Lambo-san won fair and square Dame-Tsuna," he insulted and crossed his little arms. "Lambo!" Fuuta scolded.
"Blegh!" Lambo stuck his tongue out at the ranking child too. But alas, I-pin and Fuuta weren't paying attention to him, but the dark black figure behind him in fright. They could feel chills creeping up like spiders on their arms.
Tsuna felt a chill behind his back and decided not to turn his head around to see who it was since there was only one person that could emit such an aura (liar Tsuna, you do too...).
Lambo, angry that they were ignoring him waved his hands around frantically when he felt the wave of anger and complete thirst for blood behind him. He stifly turned his head to see a pissed off girl with red eyes and demon teeth. "Lambo...you broke my game counsel last night..." The scary voice spoke darkly.
The afro child's tiny body began to shiver from head to toe at the sight of his neechan. Her hair was waving creepily, and her hands were outstretched in front of her, revealing sharp nails waiting to pierce into his flesh.
Lambo screamed and exited fast enough to save his life. Fuuta and I-pin sighed, and Tsuna was the only one left to look pale sheet white with terror. If he wasn't good at handling his mother when she got angry, there was no way that he could do the same with his sister. They were too alike in that aspect.
Tsuri's creepy demon aura passed, and when the kids and her brother looked at her one more time, she looked like she was going to cry.
"Tsuri-nee!" Fuuta quickly got up from the floor and rushed to her, pulling her orange long sleeve tee from the bottom.
"What's wrong?" Tsuna was beside her in a millisecond as well, whereas I-pin angrily left to go chase after the broccoli head and make him apologize.
"I can't..." she sniffed softly.
"Can't what?" The two others asked gently.
"I CANT PLAY MY NEW GAME NOW!" She yelled, her fake tears running down her face rapidly. "Do you have any idea how long I waited for its release?! Now that I have it in my hands after MONTHS of waiting I can't even play it because this irritating broccoli cow child decided it was a good weapon to throw at our tutor!"Fuuta and Tsuna sweat dropped.
They stood in the living room trying to take the poor gamer's mind off her broken machine for quite a while before she had to leave. Tsuna watched the depressed moping body walk towards the stairs to go get her bag, thinking that maybe he should go check out Game Stop.
"Ne Fuuta, are you going anywhere today?"
"No not really. Why Tsuna-nii?" Tsuna looked like something pained him greatly, earning a confused look from the tilted head of the ranking genius.
"Why are your eyes red?"
"Erm, I got soap in my eye earlier?"
"It's not irritated."
"I don't have to tell you everything Hibari-san."
Tsuri, the temporary but yet kinda permanent secretary of Namimori Chuu's Disciplinary Committee sighed and tried to make herself look invisible. She, the members of the committee, and the head Hibari Kyoya were currently on their way to the prestigious Yumei Private Middle, where their own committee was waiting for them to, ahem 'discuss' about power issues.
The freaky weird haired people were tightly crowded way, way, way behind from where Tsuri and Hibari were walking (since their leader didn't like crowds) and were earning too much attention from the other people passing by the streets. While Hibari didn't have a care in the world, Tsuri felt pretty weird. She pushed up the black rimmed glasses she had on top of her nose for the third time and crossed her arms.
"Kusakabe-san?" She whispered to the Vice President who had been beside her the whole time.
"Yes Sawada-san?"
"Why exactly am I wearing fake glasses?"
He hesitated but spoke anyways. "Hibari-san needs a serious atmosphere when we meet Yumei's Security Committee. He thought it was best for you to look intelligent," Kusakabe scanned Tsuri's long sleeved orange tee and black slacks. "Hence the clothes you're wearing. Though he did prefer you wearing a buttoned up collared shirt instead."
Tsuri sighed at the response and suddenly felt conscious of her appearance. "He thinks I'm an idiot doesn't he?" The Vice President shrunk a little at the glare the female was throwing him.
"That is correct" Hibari replied with no emotion and turned to stare at Tsuri. She squeaked in place and shifted her eyes elsewhere. 'Jerk!'
"You seriously think glasses will make me look smarter?" Hibari ignored her question, like he usually did everyday and kept walking. Kusakabe sighed. Hibari was never really good at dealing with the opposite gender. It was surprising though, to see him interact with Sawada Tsukairi. Maybe because she didn't seem like a girl to him?
"Ehh, really?" A depressed voice spoke.
"Oops. Did I say that out loud Sawada-san?"
Tsuri had little blue flames dancing around her slouching figure but they disappeared just as fast. "It's alright Kusa-san. I don't really consider Hibari-san a guy either because of his short stature," she blurted out. She covered her mouth just as quickly. She was dead.
Hibari stopped walking and slowly turned to glare at the girl. Tsuri tried to make herself look like she wasn't afraid, but her sweating and body posture said otherwise. Kusakabe observed and sighed, knowing well what these interactions brought on. It reminded him of her first day working in the reception room.
She had complained non stop about her lunch time and how Hibari-san wasn't being understanding. Hibari was relaxing in the couch with no worries, but he could see that he was greatly bothered by Tsuri's whining. To make the long story short, the disciplinary leader had bitten his secretary to death for annoying him greatly and Kusakabe had to pay the price by bandaging the poor girl up, and sort out the reception room back to its former glory. If he didn't stop these two now, there was going to be blood spilled. And, it'd be Sawada Tsukairi's.
"I'll bite you death if you dare to say that again herbivore.," Hibari took out a tonfa from underneath his jacket.
"I dare!" She yelled. "Who the hell is shorter than the average male?"
Hibari's blue steel eyes glinted with killing intent and smirked. "I see someone is looking for more punishment then?" Tsuri's whole body shivered in what could be future pain from future bruises. The brunette's fists balled up and for a second she decided to be brave and run away, but then noticed a group of people staring at the scene by a gate.
She paused, her eyes landing on a sigh that read 'Yumei Private. Gifted in studies since 1967.' She snorted.
Hibari had put away his tonfas and fixed his posture while the disciplinary committee stayed in position. Tsuri cleared her throat and pushed her glasses up, grabbing her folder tightly against her chest. By the corner of her eye she could still see the prefect smirking at her. He looked very well entertained by her reactions. She glared in response, too busy playing the serious card to pay attention to his provoking.
A well dressed boy, with a perfectly ironed shirt, blazer and slacks walked up and stared at the prefect, then the members, then Tsuri. His blue eyes were covered with round shaped glasses, and his black short hair was combed back neatly. Tsuri wondered if there was anyone in Nami Chuu who looked almost intelligent as this person. He basically oozed a rich and cocky personality and emitted an aura that was mixed up in green, orange, and a barely appearing red.
"Oh, if it isn't Namimori Middle's Disciplinary Committee," he said cheerfully and smiled brightly. "Come in! Please! Shall we have tea and sandwiches in our exclusive garden?"
'A garden? They seriously have money to build a patio there to eat for middle school students?' Tsuri felt internally lightheaded. Hibari remained silent, and only gave that emotionless look he always had on. Tsuri didn't know if he was just doing it to make them feel scared or if that was how he normally appeared.
Kusakabe, feeling internally conflicted didn't know whether to speak up for the prefect or let the silence continue and go straight to beating them up. His answer, was surprisingly Tsuri who bowed politely and showed a gentle professional smile. But her nerves were going crazy so her posture wasn't too confident and she stuttered a whole mess. "Y-Yes we would l-like to. I apologize for H-H-Hibari-san's silence. He is normally like this," she said. "I am Sawada Tsukairi, his secretary. P-Pleased to meet you."
Yumei's Security Committee was taken aback at the kindness being displayed since rumors around Namimori depicted Hibari Kyoya's Disciplinary Committee as a ruthless violent bunch of brats. They basically dominated more than half of Namimori's authority. "A-Ah likewise Sawada-san. I am Yumei's Security Committee's head, Morinaga Akihiro. Pleased to meet you." Akihiro stuttered with a forced smile and then eyed the man next to her.
"Kusakabe Tetsuya. Vice President." He answered and directed his hand towards the leader. "And you already know our head, Hibari Kyoya-san."
"Of course. Please follow us." While Kusakabe and Tsuri followed the Security Committee, Hibari stayed behind and stared towards his other members as a signal to stay for a little while at the gates in case anything happened. The raven head then yawned and followed his vice and secretary to another boring meeting he considered a waste of his time.
"Tsuna-nii! Look at this game!"
"Oh! That ones cool too... Ah I can't decide which one she'd want," said an exasperated gravity defying haired brunet. He rubbed his head, undecided. He had turned to look at a different section and when he was going to tell his companion to pick a random one, Fuuta was already in his ranking mode, ranking the different types of games that Tsuri liked to play the most.
Everyone inside GameStop began floating up towards the roof. Some kids were laughing and oohing at the zero gravity effect, others like the mothers in their dresses shrieked in embarrassment. Tsuna sweatdropped and did his best to reach his little companion but failed.
"Tenth on Tsuri-nee's favorite game list is her otome romance journeys... Ninth is Dragon's Cove..." Fuuta murmured, his mind focused on communicating with the ranking star.
"Agh! What is this! Let me down!" The store manager, a chubby man in his 20s yelled. "Let me down! I'm afraid of heights!"
Tsuna sighed his body now giving up on trying to get Fuuta to stop. This was going to take a while...
Hibari's cape flowed with the blowing wind as he exited Yumei's gate with an implanted smirk on his face. His tonfas were by his side, begging to be used once more but deciding it was enough destruction he'd created, he put them away. Behind him followed an exhausted hair droopy Kusakabe Tetsuya and a regretful red faced Tsuri with a tattered shirt, broken glasses and messy hair sticking up everywhere like the spikes on top of her crown. She knew it had been wrong to come here! It was lucky Hibari was respected everywhere or they would've been running out like fugitives! She felt her whole body sag, and she tried to calm her rapidly anxious heart due to what had happened back inside the school.
Half an hour ago...
"...So I was proposing that the Disciplinary Commitee could give up half of their authority around the town and let the other committees take charge for their respective areas," Akihiro waved his hands around in a dramatic pose and smiled yet again. The Namimori Chuu students were beginning to think that he smiled waaay too much. His mouth looked like it was hurting because of it.
"...Huh?" Tsuri blabbed out while writing something down in her notepad.
"Outrageous!" Kusakabe shot up from his seat and struck the round table with a fist. Akihiro, his members, and Tsuri backed their chairs away in fright. Kusakabe noticed this, cleared his throat and sat back down.
"U-Um, Morinaga-san, why would you request this?" Tsuri fidgeted with her pen and grinned apologetically. Akihiro was suddenly hit with waves of flowers and sparkles flying everywhere at this person's display of friendliness and felt his whole face turn red.
Hibari opened an eye from the back of his secretary's chair, and raised an eyebrow at the reaction.
"W-We object to the idea that they have too much power in their hands that ought to be shared," Yumei's S.C leader fiddled with his red tie, afraid of meeting Tsuri in the eye. "Oh I see..." She wrote something down, and Akihiro watched with interest at the way her large caramel eyes were sparkling with the sunlight and how lovely her hair looked.
Tsuri looked up again only to see the prestigious smart intelligent aura oozing boy avert his gaze. She stared, clearly confused. He cleared his throat and gulped down some tea from his cup.
"What's wrong with Aki-san?" One of the the members whispered to the other. "It seems like he's becoming nervous around Sawada-san... It's unlike him..." He whispered back also confused to why his calm and collected leader was being so fidgety around the girl.
"Hn..." Hibari let out an audible yawn soon after. Kusakabe became curious at the actions and wondered why the DC president looked like he just wanted to skip negotiations and begin the strangling. Akihiro tried to make conversation with the secretary, as well as try to persuade Kusakabe and Hibari to agree to his offer or he'd have no choice but to declare war along with the other schools. Tsuri of course stayed quiet on that subject being touched and pretended to be busy taking even more notes when in reality, she was thinking of hiding under a rock by the immense animosity leaking from Hibari.
Akihiro grew enraged that Nami Chuu's representatives were not agreeing and began to offer a bargain; one that included money, and Tsuri much to her great objection. Kusakabe kept insisting that if he kept it up, he'd be crossing a major line (it was actually Hibari but since he was busy playing the silent, intimidating figure, he transferred his message by eye sight)
"What?! Why the hell do you want me!" She yelled in disbelief. "Here we go with men picking at girls like meat. You don't want me! I'm not a genius! These glasses are fake!"
"Not possible!" Akihiro grabbed her hand and shook his head fiercely. "A lovely woman wearing spectacles such as those ought to be intelligent such as I. If you come study here at Yumei Private and join our club, your future would be set! You'd no longer be apart of that wretched school and its violent committee!"
Tsuri sweatdropped at the considered nonsense, unsure of what to do. '...I'm lovely? For Nami's sake I told him these were fake!'
Kusakabe looked as mad as a running bulldozer and rose from his seat. "Morinaga-san, with all due respect, we have not insulted Yumei Middle in any way. What gives you the right to do so with our school!"
Akihiro and his minions scoffed. "All schools lower than us are worthless. We're the number one richest academy around Namimori. We have a good reputation, unlike Namimori Middle who's known for using their arms and legs to beat up any obstacle in their way!" Minion number two explained proudly.
Akihiro stood up from his chair and leaned in towards Tsuri, grabbing her chin and bringing her forward. "You can remain by my side, Sawada-san. You deserve the absolute best! I-I like you!"
Tsuri was blushing at the declaration and became flustered all of a sudden, unsure of how to respond.
"Eh..." Everyone looked towards Hibari, his eyes narrowed down dangerously like always. "Not only do you want us to give you access to protect Namimori on your own terms, but you want my secretary as well?" Hibari inserted his hands into his pockets, his legs moving towards where the brunette was sitting.
"Someone as innocent as her is not meant to be with someone like you, Hibari Kyoya," glasses boy spat in annoyance.
"Oi, innocent?" Tsuri felt her eyebrow twitch and pulled her hand away. "Don't label me like a weak helpless bunny!" She sighed, put her things away inside her bag, and tried to stand up so she could leave but somehow she couldn't. She looked back to see Hibari and his eyes invisibly gluing her body to her chair, telling her clearly to not move from her position. She gulped loudly. What was he going to do?!
"What you, Morinaga Akihiro, ramble on about, is only lies." Hibari put his hands on Tsuri's chair. "Your rich family that you speak about is the number one culprit to Namimori's corrupt system. You cost Namimori half of its economy due to your father's lack of leadership."
Akihiro flinched at the mention of his father. His two minions shared a confused expression.
"You have blackmailed many with your money, and have soiled your name. The only reason why you and your family is up and about and not facing charges by the name of these other companies that have been blackmailed, is because of me." The prefect's eyes finally showed his intentions, and Tsuri wanted out from the bloodlust emitting through the atmosphere.
"The Disciplinary Committee refuses to make negotiations with Yumei Private. As for the other schools, they have been taken care of as of now."
Kusakabe smirked in victory while Tsuri kept sending him signals of help, but he couldn't read the message on her face. Akihiro looked absolutely furious that his plan to overthrow Hibari and his authority failed.
"And as for my secretary..." The black haired teen bent down slowly, his face closing in on his secretary's neck. His lips sucked the found area, while Tsuri was too busy blushing red with shock and anger, and tried pushing him away. Once he was sure he left his desired result, his arms snuck up forward, pulling her body towards his behind the chair. "She's mine," his eyes suddenly turned very very dark.
Kusakabe was also as speechless as the brunette who was busy trying to comprehend what the prefect had done. Hibari released Tsuri, who now stood up from her chair and backed away from him in utter disbelief. "W-W-Wha... H-Hibari-san!"
Two steel objects were suddenly taken out as the prefect prepared himself in a stance that was too familiar for the Vongola heir. "For wasting my time and almost ruining Namimori, I'll bite you to death, Morinaga Akihiro."
End
Tsuri touched her neck, wincing at the little pain the red spot sent her. What had that been? She was Hibari's? What the hell did that even mean? Did he mean that as in she was his secretary and that he wouldn't give her to just anyone? But then if that was it then why did he do that? He could've just put a hand on her shoulder or something. She sighed, staring at her ripped shirt sadly. It had been one of her favorites.
Damn it all. She was happy though that her slacks had survived or she would've shown a little too much skin for her own good. Tsuri threw the glasses away in a nearby trashcan and sighed again. This job was definitely bad for her heart. She should have listened to Tsuna before about rejecting the job on the spot.
"Sawada-san?"
The brunette turned to find Kusakabe beside her, his face looking a little embarrassed. She raised an eyebrow. "Yes Kusa-san?"
"A-Are you and Iinchou dating?"
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"Hah?!" Tsuri stopped walking and instead screamed in utter horror. "NO WAY! WHAT GAVE YOU THAT CONCLUSION! LIKE HELL,"
"He did say you were his... And he did...that in public..."
Tsuri shook her head like a baby rattle. "I am definitely and will not ever date as someone as scary and intimidating as Hibari-san! If he did that then he was probably punishing me for provoking Akihiro-san!"
Kusakabe crossed his arms over his chest, perplexed. Punishment? The only punishment Hibari Kyoya ever gave was a storm of bruises and broken bones! How was giving your secretary a hickey called punishment!
Both Vice President and now confirmed permanent secretary sighed at the same time, having a difficult time understanding the demon who ruled all with his steel tonfas.
"Oh Kusa-san?"
"Yes?"
"How the hell do I get rid of this spot. There is no way that I have an excuse for this when I get home."
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"Welcome home- Ri-chan! Look at you!" Nana, standing at the front of the main door to her home, nearly screamed at her daughter's appearance. Her stockings and shirt were tattered and the slacks she borrowed from her closet was soiled. Tsuri smiled sheepishly at her mother who shook her head once again and slid her shoes off to come inside. Surprisingly it wasn't as noisy as usual.
"Mou, you and Tsu-kun are becoming a handful," Nana mumbled in light frustration. "I swear you two are becoming a little too much like your father everyday."
Tsuri shrugged, following her mother into the dining room. "Maybe Tsuna, not me. Anyways, where's everybody Kaasan?" Nana sat on a chair and grabbed her cup of green tea. "Hmm lets see, Bianchi-chan and Reborn-kun just left to grab me some groceries. Lambo-kun and I-pin-chan are taking a small nap in the living room. Your brother and Fuuta-kun went somewhere else. They rushed off as soon as you did."
Tsuri nodded. "So since everyone's out at the moment and the kids are sleeping, want me to help you make dinner?"
Nana's eyes brightened the minute her daughter offered to help. "OF COURSE!" She beamed happily. Tsuri smiled. It had been a while since she and her mother have had some time together.
"It's a little early but I bet everyone will be hungry once they come home. Just let me take a quick bath and get changed okay?"
While Tsuri left to get her towel and clothes, Nana immediately took out the leftover vegetables she had in her refrigerator, some noodles, and other ingredients. She smiled, her heart swelling with happiness. How long has it been since she had cooked food with her daughter? Sure she was a tad bit horrible in home economics and had burned half of the food in her fridge one time but she didn't care if that happened today. All she needed was some time with her lovely Tsukairi.
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When everyone came home, they got the surprise of their lives. They found not only Nana in the kitchen, but their lovely mini Nana, Tsuri. She was stirring something near the stove, her long hair picked up in a messy bun and wearing a blue apron Tsuna remembered. She used to wear it once or twice a year when she'd cook with their parents.
Bianchi set Reborn down on the table, and took a seat. Lambo and I-pin were already awake, running around happily that their food was almost ready. Tsuna smiled at his twin while the latter did the same and called him to sit down too. Fuuta rushed to his chair too and sat, while Tsuna put away the bags they brought.
"I'm surprised you know how to cook Tsuri," Reborn commented, smirking once he saw the reaction he wanted. Tsuri blushed a little in embarrassment and glared. "I don't! I usually burn stuff just at the touch like Tsuna, unless I have someone guiding me in the kitchen."
The said male twin also blushed in shame. "D-Don't go telling the whole world Tsuri!" He shot out.
"Oh shush! He already knows our grades in Home Ec!"
"Ri-chan, are the noodles ready?"
"Eh? Ah! Yes! What do I put in now Kaasan?"
"What are you making Mama?" Bianchi peeked behind the two female Sawadas. "We're making Miso ramen, Ri-chan's favorite!" Nana chirped, putting something inside the pot and resumed to cutting the ingredients in her side of the kitchen.
"Miso ramen~! Miso ramen~!" Fuuta, Lambo and I-pin singsonged together making the woman giggle.
"It's been a long time since we've eaten ramen huh?" Tsuna relaxed on his chair, enjoying the smell of the food.
Tsuri nodded while stirring. "Yeah," she said, her mouth watering hungrily. "It has. Hey, wanna help?"
"Eh? But I can't cook either... I'll probably ruin dinner."
Tsuri laughed wholeheartedly. "I'll teach you what I know. Come on." Tsuna sighed and walked over to the stove. Reborn from his side of the table, analyzed their interaction closely. Tsuna was a whiny, useless loser while Tsuri was an average loser.
Two pairs of the same yet so different. Reborn betted that without one, the other couldn't function properly.
Tsuri was definitely as pitiful as her brother, but she was his crutch. For Tsuna, Tsukairi was like his support, encouraging him with words when he needed it, giving him a boost every time he needed it and helped as much as she could. She was seen to put him first above herself and could never satisfied until Tsuna shone brighter and better than her.
Tsuna was helpless but he was needed too. He showed his sister the kinder more understanding side she needed. Tsuri was very negative, and always being conclusive without analyzing, but Tsunayoshi was there to always remind her to think positive and always look at both sides of things, even though he was equally as pessimistic.
Reborn smirked and adjusted his fedora. His students were definitely interesting. He couldn't wait to keep tor- ahem tutoring them in the future. Molding them into strong leaders.
"Okay so once you add this, then you stir it gently," Tsuri handed Tsuna the wooden spoon she was holding. "Here. Your turn."
"B-But-"
"Grab the spoon. Don't be afraid to make mistakes. I'm here if you need me." Tsuna looked like he was thinking hard after finally taking the spoon from her hand and taking over. Tsuri patted his shoulder and ruffled his hair.
Bianchi watched the scene with warmth and was going to go back so she could give them some more room in the kitchen when her eyes fell on a little purplish red spot on Tsuri's neck. Her eyes widened significantly, and she grinned sneakily. Tsuri noticed the look the Italian woman was giving her and she blinked twice in question. "Is there something wrong?"
"I'd never thought you to be that type Tsuri-chan~" Bianchi said and pointed at the spot with her index finger. "Where'd you get that spot?"
"Eh?" Tsuri followed her pointing, landing on to the little area Hibari has sucked on earlier. Tsuri's quickly covered it up with her palm, blue lines showing under her right eye. "T-This? I don't..."
"Then why are you covering it?"
"..."
"It's your first one isn't it! Let me see!"
"It was an accident— hey, don't pull my hood!" Bianchi chased Tsuri around the dining room, making sure to avoid Nana and Tsuna. The male twin glanced to the weird behavior Tsuri was showing. Nana hummed to herself and checked up on the last of the ramen, telling a concerned Tsuna to keep stirring and to then let it sit for a few minutes.
After what seemed like forever, Bianchi had finally caught up and grabbed Tsuri by her hoodie's hood, sat her down and removed her hands to see the mark right below the left side of her chin. "Wow. It is one!" Bianchi said, interested. Reborn stared, seeing the mark as well. He raised a brow. "Who gave it to you?"
Tsuri didn't answer, only trying to find a way to get herself out of the pressurable woman's grasp. "I punched myself with my pen earlier! For Nami's sake what's the big deal!" Bianchi looked at Tsuri funnily, not convinced that a mere utensil with ink could cause something like that.
"...Oh. You don't know what it is, do you?"
Tsuri groaned. "It's just a spot…There are no other implications to this, understand?" Bianchi slapped a hand to her face. Boy, was this girl dense. Obviously it was a hickey. She was a woman after all.
"So it was Hibari."
"Stop reading my mind—! For the love of Nami, he just did it to provoke me!"
"If Tsuna figures it out, you're going to need a bullet to escape him."
"Don't you dare!"
That whole afternoon was spent with Tsuri eating her ramen faster than a race car and rushing to her room so she could escape from the baby wearing a fedora and rose haired woman's intense stares. Nana laughed at her weird behavior. Tsuna's head went back and forth between his home tutor and his "lover" who were sharing big wide smirks, whispering something about 'hickeys'.
He cocked his head to the side. Hickey? What was that?
"You're too young to know about that, Tsuna," Reborn replied slurping some of his ramen.
"Don't go reading my mind!" He said, resuming back to his noodles. And thus, Tsuna never knew the true meaning of the word hickey, too intimidated to even ask the adults what it was and who had it. Reborn wasn't quite ready yet to deal with the consequences Tsuna's overprotective side would reveal. Well, he thought, at least he and Vongola Primo shared something in common. The tutor just hoped that he would be the only one with that nature.
Future wise, for the first time, the hitman was wrong.
...
It was the next morning, but it wasn't. The sun still wasn't out, the sky was still dark and everyone was still asleep. Inside the Sawada house, everyone was still in their dream zone, nothing could wake them up from it. In the twins' room, on the bottom bunk bed was Tsuna, snoring loudly and dreaming about being chased by one of his failed tests. His loud snores had been annoying Reborn and took action by covering his mouth with balls of cotton. Knowing his student would get the hint when he woke up choking on the fluffy objects, the hitman climbed back into his hammock and hit the hay. There was however, the one on the top bunk that was silent and peaceful, but wasn't enjoying her dream to the fullest.
Tsuri tossed and turned multiple times not only because the temperature in her room was burning hot and unbearable, but because someone had invaded her dreams. How did she know? Well because dreams don't just change without you wanting them to.
Her brain had been programmed with her sitting down in a golden throne, wearing chocolate colored clothes and a crown with pocky people bowing down to her and pleading that she eat them. She was pleased to see the snack and was going to instantly dig in when in a flash, her throne disappeared along with the snacks. She fell into a deep, deep hole, screaming in terror at how real it felt. Then, she found herself where she was at now.
The space was tiny, wasn't well lit and it felt slightly cold. Tsuri rubbed her eyes to see that the place was actually a cell, the light being some candles that were lit in every corner of the space. There were no windows. Not a trace of an outside scene. Where was she? What happened to her pocky kingdom!
"Mou see! This is why you need to be nicer!" Tsuri whirled her head back and saw a metal made bunk bed much different from the one she shared with Tsuna by the wall of the cell, and a pair of kids sitting in the bottom bed. She could make out a boy, looking about six to seven years old and a small petite body wearing a worn out orange dress. The boy seemed a little familiar to the brunette with his dark blue hair and blue eyes, but for a reason she didn't know, she couldn't see the face of the little girl. She could see the boy, her arms, legs and the surroundings crystal clear but when she tried to see her, the face was blurry.
Tsuri rubbed her eyes again to get rid of it, and instead focused her attention unto the boy. The blue colored eyes were piecing an angry stare at the body in front of him. "I've told you many times, being nice means being taken advantage of," the boy muttered. The little girl took out a first aid kit she had hidden behind a pillow and opened it to begin bandaging the scratched the boy had on his face and arms.
"But being nice for once is good too!" Tsuri couldn't see the expression on the child's face but by her voice she could tell that she was pouting.
"I'd rather not."
"Mukuro!"
Tsuri flinched at the name and glanced back at the boy. Pineapple hair, and blue eyes. Definitely Mukuro. Was the little girl next to him the one that impacted him greatly before plunging into his plot for revenge? Why couldn't she see her face?
"Don't look at me like that. It's not my fault I'm like this," Mukuro groaned and the teen could see he looked ashamed. Wow. Mukuro? Ashamed? That was something she thought she'd never see. She snorted. He looked more like an intimidating pineapple thug.
"Can't you be less...uh... Mukuro? What was that word you taught me yesterday?"
"Idiot?"
"No..."
"Tiny twerp?"
"No."
"Shrimp?"
"No... I think it was... Intimidating? Oh yeah! Can't you be unintimidating?"
Tsuri's stared at the little girl hard. Did she seriously not notice the boy calling her so many nicknames? She wanted to scold Mukuro for teaching a five year old words like those but she gave up on it. Lambo was five and he called everyone something five year olds weren't supposed to say.
"That's not a word you idiot. And of course not. That's how I'm getting the other kids to stop pestering you," Mukuro folded his arms.
'...This Mukuro is weird...' Tsuri thought, feeling strange at seeing an innocent tiny version of the guy who had controlled her and put her against her brother. They were two different people. This pineapple was kinder and more expressive than the one who was unreadable and had that creepy Yamamoto hybrid laugh. She shuddered.
Tsuri heard the laugh of the little girl and joined her once she saw the weird expression little Mukuro had on. "Next time they bully you, let me know or I'll have to stop being your friend." The little girl let out a big huff. "Okay. I'm sorry."
Tsuri felt her heart warm up at the scene and had melted even more when she saw Mukuro's gentle gaze and smile. The glint in his blue orbs demonstrated warmth and care as he patted the little girl on the head. It was the same one that he'd shown her before he had been taken away by the weird people in bandages. Tsuri didn't know what to do and just fidgeted everywhere, blushing like mad. She hated to admit it, but the pineapple haired boy seemed really cute wearing that expression. It suited him. "I'll always be here with you, my Little Mouse."
Tsuri's blurred vision of the little girl began to clear out little by little and before she could make out whose features it belonged to the scene disappeared like a stopped movie and found herself in that empty black void again. The invader could have at least taken her back to her kingdom!
"You need to remember" a deep voice echoed throughout the room, making her desire to go back to her original dream disappear. She'd heard that voice somewhere before. Who did it belong to again?
"Remember? Remember what?" She asked it, turning her head several times to find the source where it came from. Nothing was there.
The voice sighed, sounding disappointed. "...You need to remember me."
...
That same night was the night everything would change. The town was silent as a mouse. No one uttered even the slighest of noises and no lights were on other than the street lamps and the moonlight.
In that city of Namimori, the sound of metal clashing echoed. Three shadows moved back and forth by the buildings' rooftop like lightning, battling til their death.
The angel on top of the heavens observing bit her nails frantically, not prepared for such an event. She stared at the battle, while in the sidelines stood a short boy, his green eyes gleaming with evil intentions. The holy messenger gripped her white garments tightly. 'Emile... What are you doing...?'
Extra - In Nami Chuu's reception room after meeting w/ Yumei-
"Eto, Hibari-san?" Kusakabe asked, handing his leader the papers he needed to fill out for the day. "Are you interested in Sawada Tsukairi?"
The Vice President watched a little yellow ball flap its wings and sing happily by the shoulder it was standing next to. Hibari Kyoya was was lying on the couch on his back, his hands cupping behind his head and a leg crossed over his other.
"Hibari, Hibari." It chirped.
The perfect opened his eyes and stared at his most trusted member, grabbing the documents and leaving them onto the table nearby. "She's my new sandbag. I wasn't going to let her get swayed by another school."
"Possessive..."
Hibari sat up straight and turned his head towards the desk by the far back where the window was. The same desk that the herbivore he enjoyed irritating and punishing used was empty and desolate. He poked the yellow bird beside him.
"Hn. I don't know what you mean."
Kusakabe sighed, expecting his leader to give such an answer and nodded. "Forgive me Hibari-san. I will leave now. Excuse me."
And so, we're entering the Varia Arc! Finally! Let's do this! I'll answer reviews later as I have focused on this two week long chapter waaay too much and my dry eyeballs need a rest!
-Blu