Kei-Kei Yuki: Hello everyone~! I'm back with a new fanfic and seeing how I've been into one-shot series lately, I decided to do the same for this story. This idea has been on my mind for a long time, and after reading reviews from Sky Reborn it got me back in the KHR fandom and finally had the courage to write this story and post it here. This story will be updated at random, seeing how I've been going through a bad case of writers-block.
Hibari Wants A Kid Part-1
It was an early morning, around nine o'clock, and in a spacious luxurious office, behind the sleek black office desk sat a woman of average height with pretty attractive features yet nothing too outstanding. Even after growing up, Tsunami still carried a bit of baby fat, looking slightly the same as her younger self except for her bangs that she had grown out. The long chestnut locks now framed her small face, reaching past her shoulder blades, while the rest was still kept short and tousled.
For today, Tsunami was donned in a simple light orange, long chiffon blouse that hung off the shoulders, exposing the soft expanse of creamy skin; lace white shorts peeked out from underneath the hem of the blouse. The young Vongola boss really wasn't in the mood for dressing up today, seeing how most of it was going to be spent in her office behind her desk. Gripping the expensive Italian brand pen, Tsunami paused from signing the paper that was laid on her desk, sensing a familiar presence.
The young woman didn't even jump when sensing a pair of arms try to snake themselves around her waist, until they were stopped by a hard smack from the brunette. A velvety smooth voice chuckled in her ears, bringing forth an annoyed expression from the young boss. "Mukuro, what are you trying to do?" Tsunami asked her Mist Guardian, watching the taller, attractive man step out from behind her chair and make his way in front of her desk.
"Fufu, can I at least greet my moglie?" Ignoring Mukuro's flirtatious smile, Tsunami returned her attention back on the piles of paperwork on her desk.
"Mukuro, how many times have I told you to stop calling me that." Embarrassingly enough, Tsunami only told Mukuro to stop calling her by that title after she began learning Italian from Reborn. Before learning what the word meant, Tsunami just allowed Mukuro to have his way, thinking of it as some taunting nickname he thought up for her.
"Mou, Usagi-chan is so cruel to me. Where's the love you tend to shower me with after I've just returned from a mission?" Mukuro leaned across the desk. Tsunami could feel the minty scent of his breath brushing against her face.
"Mukuro, I'll bake you a chocolate biscuit cake later." After knowing the man for such a long time, Tsunami was familiar with the illusionist love for chocolate.
"But, Usagi-chan, I want a kiss." The female Decimo could hear the sulkiness in his voice and mentally told herself to stay calm. She was not going to allow Mukuro to aggravate her nerves on such an early Tuesday morning. Seeing that he wasn't going to get a rise out of Tsunami at this time, Mukuro walked over to the black leather couch and took a seat.
For a while, Tsunami's office was silent, something which was rare for the busy and constantly stressed out Vongola boss. Then again, ever since a certain tutor/hitman/cursed infant barged into Tsunami's life, it has never been normal nor stress-free. If she wasn't training under Reborn than she was either fighting to save someone for going down a dark path, trying to prove her worth, saving the future, the life of a friend, and even the Arcobaleno's.
So yeah, there was never a calm moment in Tsunami's life, even as time progressed and she began to grow up and slowly accept her responsibility as Vongola Decimo. Once weak and meek, infamous for being called Dame-Tsunami, no longer was she that same person as before. Having transformed into a strong woman, leading the world's most influential mafia famiglia and shaping it back to its roots.
When Tsunami said that she was going to change the mafia world, she meant it and anybody who got in her way was dealt with quickly by none other than herself, becoming a woman who was both feared and, to the obliviousness of Tsunami, worshipped in the mafia circle. Even though Tsunami wasn't what one would call the world's most beautiful woman, it was her aura that grasped people's attention.
So bright and pure that her every step evoked a sense of warmth that captivated people's hearts and when added with that amiable smile it as if spring had arrived early. People would swear on seeing flowers blooming around the Decimo; some even ridiculously claimed to spot a halo and wings sprout from Tsunami's back. This caused many mafioso to fall under Tsunami's oblivious charm, but one should be well informed, Vongola beloved Decimo was someone they could only admire from afar.
One false move and that person would evoke the wrath of her overprotective guardians; a few of them were not afraid to commit the treason of murder when it to the safety of their sky. Thankfully, it never reached this point but one should not push their buttons. The Vongola Demico Guardians were all famous for their extreme love, whether it was romantic or platonic for their boss; the same could be said for other members of the Vongola and even those outside of it.
Hearing the door to her office open, Tsunami sensed the presence of her Cloud Guardian and wondered why he came to seek her out. A part of her could feel her intuition acting up, warning her of the approaching doom that was about to befall her office, but for now, her attention was on her paperwork. The silent ex-leader of the disciplinary committee strolled up to her desk, his entire attention focused on nothing but the petite brunette sitting on the other side of the desk.
"Kyoya, what brings you to my office around this time?" calmly asked Tsuna, setting her pen aside, giving the silent skylark her undivided attention.
"I want a child." Which he followed up by saying, "It's not fair you only have one with the pineapple herbivore." Slanted silver orbs directed a cold glare in the direction of a chuckling Mukuro. Tsunami did not disregard the vicious glint in Mukuro's mismatched eyes, mist coming from his hand, gripping his trident.
Looking towards her calendar on the wall, Tsunami confirmed that it was going to be a Weird Tuesday today. Massaging her temples, she mentally prepared herself for whatever crazy antics today had in store for her. Ignoring the obstreperous voice of Gokudera who was throwing out curses towards the silent Cloud Guardian, having just stepped through the door holding a pile of paperwork for Tsunami.
Which sadly scattered to the floor like a shower of snowflakes once the overprotective right-hand-man heard the skylark's very bold and insane declaration. Staring at the stack of papers on the floor, which was once neatly stacked in order and awaiting Tsunami's signature, the brunette wanted nothing more than to pull her hair out or better yet her guardians'.
Most of the paperwork that was sent her way was bills of the damages and wreckage they left behind just because they couldn't keep their tempers under control. Now don't get Tsunami wrong, the young woman actually felt thankful for being surrounded by people who cared for her and knew that not every mafioso out there had taken a liking to her taking over the Vongola and changing the ways of the mafia world.
Honestly, Tsuna had expected this but that did not mean her guardians had the permission to blow up the strongholds of a rival famiglia. Or torment the head boss of another mafia famiglia with illusions so terrifying the boss being sent to a mental institution just because he glared at Tsunami wrongly. Nor beating up yet another mafia boss within an inch of his life just because he sent Tsuna roses, along with a poetic love letter.
Those were just some of the issues Tsuna had to deal with, not counting the other reports dealing with her other guardians and even those outside of her own famiglia! There was a legit reason why Tsunami always kept a bottle of aspirin with her at all times!
Tsuna sighed before asking, "Kyoya, what's brought this on all of a sudden?" Instead of a response from Hibari, she was answered by a chuckling laugh of mockery from a certain Mist Guardian, feeling the tension in the air boil to a standpoint between the Mist and the Cloud. Each completely forgetting about the raging Storm who was standing protectively beside his Sky.
"Isn't it obvious, Usagi-chan? The skylark is jealous of our perfect little family," gloated Mukuro. Tsunami got worried when she saw Hibari unleash his tonfa from his sleeves and prayed that her paperwork would survive the soon-to-be brawl between the two.
"You kidnapped a kid and left him with Hime who had to pick up your slack and take responsibility for him, you pineapple bastard!" yelled Gokudera, fingers already reaching for his dynamite. Tsunami felt tears brim on the edges of her eyes. If a fight was going to break out, which it most likely was going to, even if she must risk her life, the paperwork must be saved!
This was the only thought on Tsunami's mind, before thinking about the words Gokudera had said, completely toning out the one-sided argument Gokudera was now having with Mukuro. You see, during the whole future event with Byakuran, which later led to Tsunami meeting the Varia's newest recruit Fran, the young man had hugged Tsunami and proudly called her 'kaa-chan' in front of her guardians.
Everybody was gaping, especially Tsunami, but when she questioned him about who was his father only to hear Mukuro's name. All hell unleashed, especially amongst a selective number of her guardians, a yellow pacifier Arcobaleno wielder included. The strong urge of infiltrating Vindice with the sole reason of terminating a certain Mist guardian was unquenchable. Thankfully, Squalo was the one to explain what Fran's situation was to them.
Sometime in the future, future-Tsunami managed to get Mukuro out of Vindice, and afterward, the Mist guardian took in a disciple, Fran, who was basically left in Tsunami's care to raise. Encouraged by Mukuro, the young disciple started to call Tsunami 'kaa-chan' and since then has never grown out of it. After coming back from the future, these same events took place but much earlier than they did in the future.
Nine Years Ago- Namimori
Tsunami was the only one left at home when there was a knock on her door. Still groggy after being awoken from her nap, the brunette slipped on some slippers and made her way to the door. Only when she opened it, the sight of a smiling Mukuro, standing beside a familiar-looking child with teal-color hair, was not what she was expecting.
"Kufufu, Usagi-chan looks adorable in this state as well." Registering his words in her head, Tsunami looked at herself and saw she was dressed in a simple large sweater shirt that hung off her shoulder and reached a little above her knees. Since she had just woken, her short brown locks were more tousled than normal.
Thinking of how she must look a mess, Tsunami flushed in embarrassment before pointing Mukuo with a glare. "Mukuro, what are you doing here?" It hadn't been that long since Tsunami had talked Vindice into letting Mukuro go after that whole incident with Daemon. A charming smile stretched itself across the ex-criminal's face; the foreboding feeling in Tsunami's gut warned her that Mukuro was up to no good.
"Usagi-chan, meet our son, Fran~! Fran, from this moment forth this is your kaa-chan!" happily announced Mukuro, ignoring the petrified Tsunami; the poor girl's jaw hit the ground due to the absurdness of the situation.
"Oh god, Mukuro, you kidnapped a child!" snapped Tsunami, before recalling the boy's name. "Wait a sec, did you just say Fran?" Big chocolate doe eyes stared at the boy, who was staring at her with pure fascination and a slight blush to his cheeks before pointing at her, saying,
"Rainbow Fairy!" Hearing this earned a pointed look from Tsunami at Mukuro, and the smile on his face suddenly became strained.
"He's stupid at the moment, but hopefully Verde can fix him."
"Uh-huh. Mukuro, just how did you get your hands on Fran?" Tsunami finally asked the dreaded question, fearing that all her hard work of talking Vindice into releasing Mukuro may have been for nothing if he just kidnapped a child.
End of Oneshot