The new figure frowned and opened his mouth to tell them something else, but closed it without a sound when he saw how fast the ice was growing. He made a worried face, watching the ice grow, blocking the door and beginning to devour it as well as the floor and nearby walls at an alarming rate. Giving them one last look of annoyance and disappointment, the figure walked toward the door and passed to the other side. Natsu growled deeply and, giving them murderous looks, began to scratch the ice (the one on the door) in a vain attempt to get his master's attention and let him in, but at the same time, he kept his attention on those present so they wouldn't approach and hurt his master more.
However, no one was stupid enough to approach or even open their mouths, either for fear of enraging Natsu again and having him try to eat them alive, or because of what they had just witnessed and what had been said. Reborn narrowed his eyes but decided to wait. The other Arcobalenos came out of hiding, seeing that they had screwed up, but they didn't know exactly what the hell was going on, and they couldn't deny that they were both curious and worried.
Inside the room, the new figure sighed deeply and looked at Tsuna sadly but perfectly understanding what was happening. He understood perfectly how Tsuna must be feeling and knew perfectly well that this adult he saw had done nothing more than try to be accepted and protect his family in the only way he thought possible, which, as a consequence of all that he had lived and learned throughout his life, was probably a vain attempt. And he couldn't blame him for that. Watching as the room was enveloped in a layer of rather thick ice, he wondered if what he had done had been a good idea.
In truth, he had done nothing more than make sure that Tsuna knew that what he was living was not a dream and to encourage him a little, nothing more. He was almost certain that if he hadn't done that, Tsuna would have come to the conclusion that it was all a dream and that he was in a coma or worse. It wasn't his fault, but he couldn't let Tsuna come to a wrong conclusion. He wouldn't kill anyone in his family if he had, but that wasn't the problem. The problem would have been that Tsuna hadn't even bothered to pretend for long (not even half-heartedly as he had been doing) and there would have been a lot of dead people (he didn't have that patience as before). Anyone who had tried to do something to him would have died immediately, not to mention his friends, even if they were mere copies created in his subconscious.
He was not stupid; he had never been and he wouldn't be now. Tsuna was so little. It seemed so; he just didn't have much motivation, and with so much he had lived, he answered simply, too simply in his opinion. Maybe he should have given his family a warning from this time, but if he had, then Tsuna would have noticed that something was out of the ordinary. He might have trouble remembering his past well, but he knew very well when something wasn't right or normal, and once he had noticed it (a few days at most), God only knows how he would have taken it, but it wouldn't have been pretty.
"…Tsunayoshi," he called carefully, but the boy didn't react.
If he called him "Tenth," he would get a bad reaction. He didn't need his Hyper Intuition to know; the position he was in screamed: "one wrong step and you're dead." Cursing the Sun Arcobaleno once again for his grand plan, he slowly approached, hoping that at least Tsuna would raise his head and look at him. While it was true that even he was concerned about Tsuna's attitude and didn't blame anyone for trying to find some answers, he was very upset with the lack of tact that most Arcobalenos seemed to share. No, that was a lie; he was even upset with Nono for having given permission. Couldn't they even wait a few more weeks?
If Tsuna had been more at ease, or even if he hadn't been ready to be treated similarly to or worse than he was used to in his time, he wouldn't have taken this so badly and perhaps would have given enough reason for Reborn to trust him enough not to take drastic measures. But no, bad timing plus a very scared Tsuna equaled disaster. Frankly, it was nobody's fault, but that didn't solve anything.
"Tsunayoshi…" He called again, a little louder, but there was no reaction.
He frowned, and if he hadn't seen what the last years of his life had been like, he would surely have shed some tears. Tsuna was just in his bed, hugging his legs against his chest and staring into nothingness, and if he didn't know very well what Tsuna was capable of doing in that state, he would consider it almost harmless and would have even brought several members of his family to see what they had done. However, despite how "harmless" it seemed, in this state, Tsuna was a highly dangerous being, perhaps one of the worst that could exist.
The reason was very simple: that state was pure defense with no apparent reasoning. Whoever tried to touch him or made a bad move would not get out of it alive, and it was most likely that he would die at the first "blow" if Tsuna even moved and did not use his flames as projectiles. Honestly, he couldn't blame him. He too would feel threatened by that display, but that conclusion was more wrong than saying that ducks were mammals and that they ate meat. No, Tsuna was scared, so frightened that he wanted to know absolutely nothing about what was going on, so much so that he had locked himself in his own mind, and his body had gone into that mode to prevent him from being brought "back" to the "real world."
This situation was quite problematic. He could be dead, but he didn't feel brave or stupid enough to touch him or do something flashy to get his attention. He didn't know what the hell he would do against a ghost, and he didn't want to know. It could end in a worse disaster. Although if he didn't hurry, those outside the room would try to get in or might unintentionally do something that Tsuna considered threatening, but at the same time, the odds were slim now that the room was completely sealed in ice.
He felt a terrible urge to call himself an idiot for almost a minute, thinking about how to get Tsuna out of his own head without doing anything stupid. Why would he want to call himself an idiot? For a fairly simple reason: who was the only being who always got away with it, or at least tried, coming out completely unscathed? The answer was so simple that it was almost stupid: Natsu!
Sadly, that led him to another problem: how did he bring him to this room? He had left him outside, and the room was sealed inside and out. As if sealing it on one side wasn't enough, he thought irritably. He could certainly come and go as he pleased; he was a ghost after all, but he couldn't make other beings do the same, and he wasn't sure about whether breaking the ice enough for the cub to pass through would be considered a non-threat by Tsuna.
"Gao!" Blinking, wow, now he felt quite an idiot. He had forgotten that ability of both of them.
With a sigh, he just watched and waited. Natsu shared Tsuna's ability to simply freeze and thaw (years of practice and boredom), and the puppy became impatient and took matters into his own hands. Thank God his conclusion was true: Natsu was a special case with Tsuna. And apparently, time didn't interfere with anything. Should he assume that the puppy was Tsuna's best friend as the dog was man's best friend?
"…Natsu…" And before he had seen him coming, Tsuna was crying all his sorrows with his friend in his arms, who didn't know how to help but tried to do it anyway.
With a sigh of relief and a slight sad smile, he decided to do what he had to do before everything went to hell with no return ticket. And they would kill him again if he allowed that to happen. So much time and effort in trying to help Tsuna, so that in a simple moment everything would be lost? No, absolutely not. Tsuna deserved to live and deserved to be happy, and if they killed him, they were more idiots than he originally thought after all the incident that had caused this.
"Tenth…" Now that he was here, it was better to go back to the formalities, just to keep something "normal." He didn't think Tsuna would take anything right now.
At the sound, Tsuna automatically looked towards the source of the sound, feeling Natsu growl lightly in his arms at whoever had taken his attention away from him and as a warning to that same person or being not to do something he would regret. Slowly, Tsuna wiped away her tears with her hands, giving a rather trembling smile, a totally futile attempt as she couldn't stop crying.
"…P-Primo," he answered softly, without saying anything else because he didn't know what to say to him, apart from asking for forgiveness, but he knew that the blond did not want that from him.
"You've done well…" he said softly, bending down to his height and running a hand through his brown hair affectionately, causing the other body to slowly relax.
By "you have done well," he meant how he had acted since he had arrived at this time, despite all the pain, sadness, and even confusion, not to mention that he had forgotten many things he had experienced during this time… something that definitely made things a little more difficult to pretend that everything was fine. But above all, he had been a good protector, a good friend, a good leader… despite all the difficulties.
"…Cousin," he said, "that's not true. I was completely useless; the only thing I knew well was to kill, and that is why I was a monster." He finished with "Stop trying to comfort me…"
For a moment, Giotto didn't say anything. It wasn't the first time he'd heard that, but that didn't make him feel any better. He really wished he could do more, but it wasn't his place, and Tsuna was too fond of family that he could just forget. His parents and his grandfather were far away and without knowing what the hell was happening. The servants were not so close and were just doing their job. The Arcobalenos and their other friends came and went as they pleased; they had other things to do and they didn't know much either. The enemies were only looking to kill him and using the rumors and the fact that he was alone to mock him did nothing more than remind Tsuna that he was alone and make him believe that it was all his fault. And the worst, from his point of view, was Tsuna's personality.
He had always been lonely and always treated like Dame-Tsuna no matter where he went. It had helped create low self-esteem and perhaps a good trauma, something that had never really been completely eliminated. Then, in the beginning at least, he was forced to train to become the Tenth Vongola with the best hitman in the world, one of the nicest but most sadistic people there is. Almost immediately, he got friends, people who loved him and who also got him into trouble, but Tsuna was happy and had a lot of fun with them. From there, a complex had to come out, because Tsuna did not really fight for him or for him, but for his friends and was always looking out for them. So losing them would have been very painful, but he would have recovered over time. However, Tsuna not only lost them (from Tsuna's point of view) but they treated him like a monster; they were afraid of him and treated him very badly for years.
To love someone so much and to have them treat you as if you were a demon, a monster, whatever… he couldn't blame Tsuna for getting so depressed, nor for the other decisions he made. For Tsuna, the most important thing was his family, not himself. In a way… he loved them so much that if they wanted him dead, he might become capable of killing himself. Giotto didn't want to check it, he didn't want to know, he didn't want to think about it, but if it weren't for him and Natsu, most likely, he would have died some time ago.
Perhaps it was foolish of him to think and believe that Tsuna would be able to return to being happy as he used to be (he had even begun to smile for real) without believing that something like this could happen. At this time, his family were young teenagers; they could not easily understand what was happening, and they would be not only stubborn but persistent in discovering what was happening. And adults… well, Tsuna was the only successor left, so he couldn't exactly blame them for going crazy if they thought something had happened to Tsuna. Although he wished he could simply hang someone for being so drastic. This Tsuna could tell them everything they wanted; he didn't care anymore about "if you travel to the past and blah blah the future could change and blah blah." They just had to gain their trust… something that would not happen if they did this kind of thing.
"I'm not trying to comfort you; I'm just saying what I think," he repeated what he didn't know how many times he had already said, and he wished with all his heart that Tsuna would be able to accept them as true.
"If you say so…" It was the submissive answer, but Giotto knew that Tsuna did not believe him, at least not in that.
"I hope you understand that what I'm going to do is for your own good," he said. He had done this before, so Tsuna wasn't alarmed. Instead, he just gave him a faint smile.
"I'm sorry for not being a better descendant of yours, Primo…" It was the last thing he said before Giotto put him to sleep.
Giotto closed his eyes and felt a treacherous tear fall as he did more than just put him to sleep. This was needed by everyone, but more so by himself. He liked the happy Tsuna he had seen when the aforementioned was just a boy much more, and he had begun to see glimpses of that boy before the last fiasco passed. He wasn't going to let such an idiotic plan like that throw away all the good that desire had done to Tsuna just because they feared for the Tsuna of this time.
"Gao?" The puppy meowed, looking at Giotto hopefully.
"…He'll be fine when he wakes up, I promise," he said to the puppy, who seemed to smile at him before jumping to lick his cheek.
With a soft smile, he placed the cub back in his owner's arms before taking Tsuna's body in his arms and walking towards the door, erasing the frozen flames from his path.
"…I couldn't have had a better descendant than you, Tsunayoshi," he muttered to himself before opening the door. He had never dared to say that to his face, because he didn't want to hear Tsuna say anything to him along the lines of: "You're lying," "No, it's not true," "I'm the worst of all your descendants but you're so good that you don't want to tell me," and God only knows what else he could say to him.
Natsu just looked at him and snuggled more into Tsuna's arms, purring slightly. Once outside the room, the puppy stopped purring and began to growl deeply. The only reason he didn't attack was because he knew Tsuna was safe and because Giotto would give a worse fight than him if anyone deserved it. Giotto quickly looked at everyone present. There were three Arcobalenos: Reborn, Lal, and Colonello, who looked confused and somewhat guilty. There were the children, awake and staring at him with bulging eyes, along with Bianchi and Chrome, who seemed relieved to see that Tsuna was only unconscious. Yamamoto and Gokudera were also there; one looked extremely concerned, and the other was muttering apology after apology. And last but not least, there was Hibari who looked ready to roll heads, especially those of the babies.
"He is asleep and will not remember anything from today, so I recommend that you know how to lie," he said seriously. Tsuna would know if they were lying to him or not immediately, but if they said something half-hearted or similar to what really happened, he would leave the subject alone and would not distrust anyone. "Now, gentlemen and young ladies, let's go to the living room; it's much more comfortable to talk. Don't you think?"
And boy, were they going to listen to what he had to say, he thought, almost furiously. He gestured for them to leave and returned to leave Tsuna in his bed. For the moment, he only trusted Natsu to be with Tsuna; he was upset and disappointed. Once he went downstairs, he almost smiled at the sight of them all waiting for him impatiently, but no one said a single word. He took his time sitting down, and once he did, he decided to just get to the point.
"They are stupid," he said in a serious and deadly voice. "I thought Tsuna could be here without any of you making a fuss. He's already suffered a lot. This was unnecessarily cruel of him." He said the last thing while looking at the Arcobaleno of the Sun, who simply replied:
"I wasn't really going to hurt him. I just wanted answers." That was what everyone wanted, and Tsuna wasn't exactly just anyone. "Simple and 'friendly' methods haven't worked, and you know very well what the mafia is like." Without information, you're nobody, and things haven't been very good with the latest moves.
"I know." Oh, of course I knew, but… "But Tsuna doesn't know. Tsuna doesn't know you're trying to help. Tsuna knows you're worried about the Tsuna of this time, but that's all he knows, and he's afraid of you," he thought, irritably. "Tsuna is not going to collaborate with any of you, no matter what you do." He had seen it before; he didn't need a repeat.
"What do you suggest then?" Lal replied, a little annoyed. "That's not the Tsuna I train. He could be an impostor!" With all the weird things in the mob, you wouldn't be surprised if there was someone who could smell like someone else at will.
"He's not an impostor; he's Tsuna, I can assure you," he answered calmly. "What is happening is something I shouldn't say, or that you should know… so you'll keep this a secret and continue to act as if Tsuna is exactly the same as what you're used to, you understand?" Giotto said with deadly seriousness and sighed mentally at the sight of several nods.
"The Omnivore is not of this time and/or dimension, am I wrong?" Giotto wanted to smile at the only human who, despite everything, continued to act the same with Tsuna.
"I thank you, Cloud Guardian, for continuing to treat Tsuna the same despite knowing that…" because that was what Tsuna really needed in his opinion. "He's a Tsuna of the future." Well, he had already thrown a stick at them; let them look for it and bring it back.
"From the future…" Hibari murmured, not knowing whether to smile or not.
If he was from the future, it meant that he was much stronger, but that also implied that something wasn't quite right with said Tsuna, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to know. The future must be bad, worse, or better than the other; it didn't matter to him. It was still bad if the Tsuna of that future was sad and had such drastic tendencies (for lack of a better word).
"As you must have already deduced…" The gears were rolling. "There's something wrong with him. That's why he's here, and no, no asking or forcing answers to change that future." He didn't want to see what could happen if Tsuna found out about this. And he didn't want them to rush to change everything. "Absolutely nothing like that."
"So what, do we just continue as if nothing happened, knowing that we have a Tsuna of the future in the body of the Tsuna of this time?" He didn't like that idea very much, but he didn't want to hurt Tsuna. But if they didn't do anything, it would be worse, right?
Giotto sighed deeply and decided to simply say, "Something like what you just did could lead you to do something drastic." So drastic that it might be irreversible. "I have kept them in the dark to give this Tsuna a chance to remember what these times were like… not to make him suffer, knowingly or not." It was better to set the record straight now. "If they want to know so much what happened to him, they have nothing left to do but wait and gain their trust, so at least he would tell them at his own pace…" Forcing him wouldn't bring anything good, and in the end, he wouldn't say a word about it. This Tsuna was much more stubborn than the one of this time. They should have realized by now.
In addition, that future… it was a bit misleading. They could end up doing something much, much worse. If they learned how to deal with this Tsuna, then they wouldn't make that mistake, he was sure of it. Because in the end, Tsuna would have to kill sooner or later; that's how the mafia was no matter where you looked or what decisions were made, and Tsuna would do anything for them. Killing was no exception.
"The only thing I ask is that you treat him as always. Don't change, because he will too," and not in the best ways. "He is very suspicious and has low self-esteem if you have not noticed, so be careful with his words, especially your reactions." He looked specifically at his two best friends and said seriously: "He's a good boy, don't forget that." He paused. "Now, try to have a good day with him tomorrow. He will still be worried about the last thing that happened, and it will be better to let him know that everything will be fine… and Reborn…" The Arcobaleno raised an eyebrow. "If you want to understand him better, I suggest you start watching children's movies, because he loves them."
With that said, Giotto disappeared from that place. He had probably talked a little too much, but he was tired of having to see Tsuna so depressed all the time and not being able to do anything. If they didn't know how to deal well with all that information, then they were never worthy of being part of their family. Anyone would have thought that Giotto would go to rest after that, but he had to talk to another "boss" who was still alive first.
Reborn cursed under his breath. He had put that "future" as a probability, but he had not wanted to accept it because that would have meant that the future itself had ceased to be a terrible one to be another possibly terrible one. Besides, anyone would have thought that if he had been a Tsuna of the future, he would have been bigger, taller, and who knows what more, and not exactly the same as this time… unless they have done some witchcraft or something strange. But in the mafia, anything is possible, he thought irritably. In truth, he did not want to believe that the new future was going to be another bad one, but he seemed to have believed more in that possibility.
Colonello sighed deeply. They had a powerful, depressive, intimidating, authoritarian, and even sadistic Tsuna in the same old way. He had only agreed to this, believing that if they got answers, they could do something to either find the real Tsuna or put him in a less depressive attitude. Honestly, he didn't know what to think of Tsuna before today, but he was sure of one thing: it wasn't this. Now, they couldn't go to the future, or ask him, or do anything that had to do with knowing what the hell had happened in the future. In the first because they did not even know in what part of the future the problem was, and in the second because if Tsuna realized, everything would go to the devil. Wow, what more incentives did they need to stay calm?
"Hmph…" The prefect growled, somewhat proud of doing what everyone should have done, but at the same time annoyed by the implications.
If that Tsuna was from the future, what the hell did or was his future self doing? Gardening? He didn't want to think about it, because if he did, he would want to bite his future self to death, and for that, he would have to threaten to talk to certain mechanics so that they would grant him his "wish." And not only him, but all the herbivores of the future. If that Tsuna, that Tsuna so depressed but capable of joking and helping them and even smiling at them, was from the future… what the hell were they all doing to cause all this?
Bianchi, for her part, wanted to choke Reborn and then kiss him for being so insensitive to Tsuna, but she also wanted to know what the hell had happened to him. This Tsuna was deathly sad one moment, and the next she was joking with them. It didn't make much sense to her. But maybe she didn't want it to make sense. Chrome, on the other hand, felt sorry for his boss, but he couldn't stop laughing. No wonder Mukuro-sama didn't get along very well with the boss. The boss must have thrown a few "secrets" in his face so that he wouldn't get in trouble when he possessed his body; that explained everything!
"Wait a minute…" Fuuta said, his reasoning gone elsewhere in his head. "Since when does Tsuna-nii like to watch children's movies, or movies in general?"
Total silence. Very good question; he spent more time on his video games than watching movies.
"Gao!" Natsu meowed impatiently. He was horribly hungry, and his master was still sleeping like a piece of cement. He demanded his steaks now!
"Auucchhhh!" It hurt, it hurt, it hurt. "Natsu!"
The puppy only put on his best innocent face. Tsuna narrowed his eyes and stared at him, consenting to his bitten hand, which would bear the marks for a few days.
"You'll catch a mouse or something because I'm not going to do anything for you." Before Natsu could start crying, whining, or whatever, Tsuna suddenly got up and rolled him on the bed.
By the time Natsu recovered from the assault, Tsuna had already successfully locked himself in the bathroom, leaving a lion cub crying and scratching at the bathroom door, almost in despair. Downstairs, Reborn smiled slightly, but this smile was almost immediately erased as he remembered Leon. His precious companion knew the truth all the time and didn't say anything at all. He felt betrayed in a way, but if the chameleon had promised his silence, then he couldn't blame him. Bianchi just adjusted his glasses and laughed, reading his newspaper.
No one could blame the puppy; it was nine o'clock in the morning. Whatever Primo did to him certainly worked very well. A few minutes later, Tsuna came downstairs, already groomed and with Natsu crying on his heels.
"Good morning," he greeted kindly before giving his lion a death look. "You asked for it yourself, so stop crying and go hunt for your breakfast." He sentenced before going to the fridge and taking out the milk.
Watching his master prepare his breakfast (cereal with milk), Natsu wept in place. It wasn't his fault; he was hungry, and he didn't want to get up! What else could she do to wake him up if his meows weren't enough?
"Give me Tsuna; shut up your puppy before I shut him up." With that said, Reborn took another drink of coffee and turned the page.
"Just don't kill him," Tsuna said calmly, still preparing his cereal.
Hearing this, Natsu really started crying. Maybe she shouldn't have bitten him in the crease between his big toe and index finger. Click!
"Next time, you will really hunt…" Tsuna murmured, walking to the table and starting to eat with his left hand.
For once, he thanked Reborn for forcing him to be ambidextrous; his right hand hurt a lot. Nothing that iodine would not alleviate. But that didn't take away his annoyance with Natsu; the puppy could have chosen another, less painful place to bite.
"Ambidextrous, Dame-Tsuna?" Reborn joked slightly without taking his eyes off his newspaper. Wow, wow, he had definitely made a lot of progress in his training.
"It's not my fault that Natsu chose one of the worst places to bite a hand…" He complained slightly. Not only did he bite hard, but his fangs were very, very sharp.
Without paying attention to them, Natsu looked at his breakfast with big eyes. Tsuna was very upset with him because he only gave him milk, but he had given him a good dish, a pretty deep one, probably so that he wouldn't complain that he was hungry later. Without thinking twice, Natsu attacked the milk dish with everything he had, and a few minutes later, he was on a couch, belly up, snoring. Tsuna just smiled at the sight of him, took the dishes, and washed them before asking:
"And Mom?" Because he hadn't seen her, and that was weird.
"Cleaning," was the simple answer.
Knowing that his mother would scold him if she saw him now, being sick and adding more dust was no good. Tsuna decided to just sit back and watch TV. A few minutes later, Reborn decided to leave while Bianchi only laughed before leaving. He had to look for the children and buy things for his kitchen. The reason for Reborn was simple: Tsuna was quite annoying when his penguin program was interrupted.
"…This tape will self-destruct in…" Tsuna couldn't help it; he laughed at poor Cabo's face. His friends were very bad, but he was too funny.
When Yamamoto and Gokudera arrived at Tsuna's house, they invited themselves because no one was going to open the door for them, not with Tsuna laughing. Seeing Tsuna's condition, both boys wondered how long she had been watching the penguins of Madagascar. He looked like Lambo with a bag of grape sweets.
"…Hello, Tsuna."
"Good afternoon, Juudaime."
None of them were very energetic in that greeting; in fact, they were extremely nervous. The reason was simple: they had already found out what Tsuna had done when Reborn interrupted the program, and they were not ready for a beating of that caliber, Tsuna of the future or not. Maybe never. Tsuna was currently enjoying the show, and they didn't want to know since when exactly, and they weren't sure how to greet him or anything—
"Good afternoon, guys. Sit down, sit down." He patted the seats next to him without taking his eyes off the television.
Timidly, both boys did it. Everything was fine as long as you didn't blow up the TV, apparently, because Tsuna didn't bother at all if they talked or joked, even if they accidentally passed in front of the device to get water or whatever. In any case, Tsuna was too cheerful to bother and too affectionate and brazen to say no to him. And thanks to that, Yamamoto ended up as a pillow for the boy who laughed almost every 5 minutes. Of course, laughter was not included in the advertisements; in any case, Tsuna seemed ready to steal—borrow a bomb from Gokudera and make him sad. Tsuna hated propaganda.
"The 4-hour marathon is over…" Tsuna stopped listening and was about to curse someone when something else started.
Natsu was still sleeping soundly, astonishing Gokudera and Yamamoto, because Tsuna was not being very considerate, but they couldn't complain; the penguins were quite funny. When they saw that the marathon was over, they worried about how long Tsuna had been laughing non-stop and then (almost 5 seconds later) they were fearing for their lives. They weren't quite sure if Tsuna would go back to normal or have a Lambo-style mini tantrum first.
"…Ehhh… Tsuna, will you—"
"Shhhhhhh."
Both boys looked at each other. Very well, maybe Primo had erased his memory more than necessary, because Tsuna was in too good a mood to remember what happened at school before he fell ill. These conclusions went to hell when they realized one thing: Tsuna wouldn't say anything to them; he didn't do it before, and he wouldn't do it now.
"Witch Hunt!" Several weird kids shouted on TV.
Tsuna watched the fight carefully with curiosity; it was a pretty interesting series. And original. The idea of humans transforming into weapons was quite original. At least he hadn't seen anything like that in the mafia yet, but he had seen much stranger things.
"…Bow down to your god—Bam!"
"Idiot…" said the girl with pigtails, watching the blue-haired boy fall to the ground.
Seeing this, Tsuna went into another fit of laughter. Heavens, he hadn't laughed this much in years. He had to do this a lot more often.
"…I didn't know you liked anime, Tsuna."
"What is anime?"
Both boys looked at Tsuna as if he had grown another head; he just looked at them curiously. Maybe he knew it before, but frankly, if he did, he didn't remember. He hadn't really watched TV in about 5 years (stupid paper and then the incident…), so he really couldn't be blamed for being ignorant. Or could he?