Chapter 2
Tsuna fiddled with the helm of his shirt and couldn't help the wobbly smile that slowly spread on his face. Despite his anxiety, he was very excited.
After nearly half a year of being away and only communicating through phone calls and texts, he was finally able to see his boyfriend again.
Tsuna did his best to keep the Mafia business away from Hari while Reborn brought more chaos into his life. The brunette was sure that a couple of years from his life was shaved off from the stress but at least he got something good out of it.
In Hari's absence, he managed to meet and befriend many people. Something that was thought to be impossible for Dame-Tsuna.
Gokudera, Yamomoto, Lambo, Ipin, and the others.
It was nice, Tsuna had to admit. The house was more lively than ever and finally he was feeling alive for what felt like years. He still didn't want to be a mafia boss and go anywhere near the Mafia. But he liked his new friends and family.
It's something he earned. Hari had tried his best to hammer in some self-worth and confidence in Tsuna before he was called on an emergency back to his country in England.
It wasn't a fix—far from it. But Tsuna at least had something to start with on what Hari called—fixing the result of the utter incompetence and abuse of his environment.
Tsuna blushed and couldn't help but melt at the thought of having caring, understanding and kind Hari as his boyfriend. It felt more like a dream than being a Mafia heir.
The sky shrieked when he dodged another bullet that shot over his feet. Reborn arrived suddenly as always and was beaming a smug smile that promised Tsuna torture. He hated that look.
"Reborn! Don't surprise me like that!" He screamed and again dodged when the little devil shot at him. Then Leon transformed back into a chameleon and settled on Reborn's hat.
"A Mafia boss is always aware of their surroundings, Dame-Tsuna." The baby clicked his tongue before grinning at him. Challenging.
Tsuna wanted to open his mouth to complain about being called Dame-Tsuna but in the end he couldn't. Hari made sure to glare at anybody who had tried to call him Dame-Tsuna. He even politely asked his mother if she could please not call her son useless.
There were more stubborn bullies that didn't get intimidated at first. Then Hari wore that odd smile that made every single hair on Tsuna's hair stand up and charmingly tried to get those specific people alone at some point of time.
Nobody tried to call him Dame-Tsuna after the week was over.
Even when Hari left, Tsuna had Gokudera and Yamamoto. So no one tried to bully him.
"Is Dame-Tsuna daydreaming about his boyfriend again~Kuro Hari is coming back from England today, isn't he?" Reborn had a wicked look in his beady eyes and smirked.
Tsuna blanched and paled. How did Reborn know! Hari only told him through a text that Tsuna immediately deleted after in fear of Reborn finding out.
"Don't worry Tsuna. I made sure to tell the others to give him a warm welcome." Reborn said innocently. Tsuna wanted to faint.
"Mafia style."
And Tsuna did faint when Reborn threw a needle at him coated with something.
Harry paused and looked over the new message that popped up his magic-resistant phone. It was from Tsuna but his boyfriend definitely didn't write it. They weren't even trying to pretend to be him.
'Ciao, meet up at Namimori middle school yard. Or else.'
Harry blinked and tilted his head slightly. He hummed and placed his other hand over the wall next to him at the international floo center.
A gentle touch, then slowly, the white paint peeled and turned to black ash and rumble. Rotting and putrid sludge and dusty ash that tasted like death crumble towards the floor. The wall was now utterly obliterated. Sirens rang all around him as the staff of the center came running.
The magic in the area felt like an open mouthed abyss. Choking and deadly. Like molten silver poured on body spines and cyanide injected into their protruding veins. It was dark. Deadly. Black.
Harry's eyes did not shine like emeralds. They glowed like Avada Kedavra.
Kuro Hari cried. Harry Potter screamed. Hadrian Ignotus Black smiled.
People were going to meet his good friend soon.
Hayato was stuck with the baseball freak waiting for the supposed lover of Judaime. Hah! As if anybody was worthy of his sky.
He was grateful for Reborn this time to set up this meeting. Hayato was going to test this supposed lover and chase him away when ultimately proven unworthy.
But why did the stupid rain have to tag along! He could do this just fine. The guy was said to be a civilian!
Hayato grumbled before pulling out a cigarette and smoking it. He was getting anxious at waiting and his itch for a good smoke and the tapping of his foot showed it.
"Ne, smoking isn't allowed at school property, you know? Hibari makes sure to bite them to death." Yamamoto laughed out loud while lounging over the bench beside him.
"Shut up! You idiot! That cloud isn't even here. It's the weekend." Hayato hissed. It burned to be easily beaten by someone. Especially that infuriating cloud.
He glared at Yamamoto's seemingly carefree attitude and wondered. The rain was as possessive and grateful to Judaime for giving them a chance. For giving them a home, a purpose to live.
So why was the bastard so blase about a lover possibly endangering Judaime?
"Oi, Yamamoto. Why are you so shitty calm about this?"
Yamamoto replied with a raised eyebrow and gentle laugh. It racked Hayato. As if the rain knew something he didn't and was rubbing it to him. It wasn't his fault he just met Judaime!
"Kuro Hari is a good guy. Not the nice and kind way of good. But still good. Especially to Tsuna." The rain wearly grinned. Golden brown eyes looking a shade of dark. "Everyone treated Tsuna badly in the whole school for years. The best reaction to him was indifference. Some actively picked on him. The teachers and adults did nothing. Things were like that."
Hayato immediately felt his bloodlust rise. How dare anybody try to—
"Then Kuro Hari arrived. I wasn't in the same class then so I didn't know the full details. But he apparently talked down the entire class and the teacher who was deliberately targeting Tsuna was fired the next day. It was an open secret that Kuro was behind it. Then he'd made the school a better place for Tsuna. And when they got together, Kuro made sure nobody even tried to badmouth Tsuna. He's a good person for Tsuna. So if anybody is good enough for our sky, then it's him."
Hayato faltered when he heard Yamamoto's explanation. That's—
This Kuro Hari helped Judaime. Made Judaime happy. But still—
"He still needs to be strong enough to defend Judaime!"
The Mafia wasn't a place for the weak. It was a dog eat dog world. Being attached to a weak person was suicide.
Then Yamamoto again raised another eyebrow but was followed by a grin. Hayato kicked him in the shin in return. The baseball freak only laughed.
"Gokudera-san. I have personally seen Kuro Hari throw Hibari out the window. And one time, using one hand, slammed him down the ground unconscious."
Hayato froze and his jaw fell wide open. No way.
"Yep," Yamamoto grinned and raised a thumb up. "We're going to have to do our best to try to survive Kuro. I don't think we'll be able to land a hit on him at all." The idiot then laughed while scratching the back of his head.
Then suddenly reality tilted two centimeters to the left.
His skin felt too tight and loose at the same time. Itchy and burning like he wanted to scratch it until his skin peels off.
The world seems like a burst of kaleidoscope, ever shifting and definitely off off off ofF OFF OFFOF—
"Hello, Yamamoto-san. What a coincidence. I wonder, is Tsuna perhaps here?"
Someone spoke. Hayato was barely able to open his eyes, trying to stop himself from throwing up. His skin clammy and freezing. Cold sweat formed on his skin and made him shiver.
"It matters not. I'll check."
The rain beside him dropped on his knees groaning. It was only through sheer will that Hayato was about to turn his head over to see Yamamoto clutching his head.
"Ah. My apologies then."
Then the feeling was gone. Just as fast as it came.
Hayato was drenched in cold sweat and panting. His knees planted on the ground and his elbows supporting his upper body. His head was still spinning but he didn't feel like he was being closed and pressed like before.
He looked up and saw a teenager likely a year or two older than them. With slightly tanned skin and dark wavy hair half swept back to the side. His features are clearly European in nature and dressed in a black formal dress pants and shirt. A green vest with a brooch of a golden skull and three crows. He was too dizzy to see anymore of the details of the distinctively noble family crest.
Then eyes. Hayato felt a gut wrenching fear when he remembered something during the moments of mania earlier. Green. Not like leaves and emeralds. But like Scheele's green, glowing and deadly. The vibrant shade was the Brits' “it” color of the 19th century. What an irony.
Now, those eyes we're back to a normal shade. Green like emeralds. But Hayato remembered. And he'd never see those eyes as anything but inhuman. This was like the U.M.A.s. that he didn't want to meet.
Those were his last thoughts before he fainted.