After the explanation, Tsuna felt a bit ashamed of himself—not that he was going to show it or say it. How could he forget something like that? And speaking of forgetting... were his manga still alive, by chance? With Reborn and the random and extremely destructive events, he had hidden them so that they would survive. However, he couldn't remember exactly when the boys had blown up their entire collection (the little bird and the devilish purple pineapple that almost turned into a deceased purple pineapple, along with the others doing anything but stopping them) along with the rest of the poor house that had never done anything wrong to deserve that cruel fate, even if the next day it was repaired as if nothing had happened.
If his manga were still alive, he would make sure they stayed that way, even if he had to chain his entire family to the edge of a cliff. Yes, maybe he was being a bit sadistic, but it was depressing to have something you had since you were a kid destroyed by your own family, and it wasn't just about the manga. His video games and DVDs also went to a better place, but he could recover those. The manga, not so much. It wasn't as easy as it seemed, and money wasn't exactly falling from the sky. Leaving the living room to turn his room upside down to see if he could find his precious manga and leaving two teenagers confused, the doorbell rang just in time for them to see the door thrown to the floor.
"...This place is still garbage," the newcomer muttered to himself.
"Shishishi..." The murderous prince came out from behind his boss and with a crooked smile greeted those present: "Good afternoon, little Vongola~ Shishishi..."
"VVVOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII"
The swordsman was cut off by the wildest flying kick he had ever seen and felt in his life, making him roll on the ground and cover his mouth due to the pain. He didn't want to see how many teeth he had lost. Tsuna, on the other hand, after having silenced the white-haired boy, smiled sweetly and threw himself into Xanxus's arms, hugging him immediately.
"Xanxus-nii!" the boy exclaimed with a radiant smile, completely ignoring everyone else present as if they were nothing more than mere specks of dust in space.
Xanxus's expression changed from "What the hell...?" to "What kind of witchcraft is this?!" and when that happened, he tried to take the other boy off using force, but Tsuna was like chewing gum; he couldn't get him off no matter how hard he tried. Worst of all, Tsuna didn't even seem to notice that Xanxus wanted him off, but that was it!
"...This will at least be worth a good blackmail," Mammon muttered, holding a camera and quickly hiding it before his boss saw him. Maybe he could even get some money. Maybe this trip wasn't a total waste.
"Wow..." said the boxer, not knowing what to say, because although the scene was extremely tender and very, very, ultra unexpected, that didn't mean he was safe from the wrath of his boss.
The other two guardians and the guy with the umbrella only had their jaws on the ground, not even able to say a word at the display of affection of... both guys who... weren't they supposed to not get along very well?
"Oh, right!" Even with the sudden moment of enlightenment, Tsuna didn't let go. "How rude they are, come in, come in." He let go only to start pushing him into the dining room, apparently. "Oni-chan must be near the park making his way. Why don't you go and greet him, Lussuria? And your Levi? Or maybe both of them get lost, and I don't feel like playing cat and mouse..."
Before the little puppy-dog face that Tsuna gave them, the two mentioned went out of the house like a soul that carries the devil, too terrified of that new Tsuna and what their boss would surely do to them if they stayed. The video and comments had certainly been all too true: Tsuna had gone crazy and needed to be tied up or had taken an "anti-cowardice" pill!
"Well... Mom, we have guests!" Tsuna called out, almost shouting and giving them a very sadistic smile that said: "Make my mother happy, and I won't do anything to you."
Because Squalo was still on the floor crying and rolling in vain to try to appease the pain, because Nana was terrifying when she wanted to be and couldn't say no to her food, and because of the sadistically innocent face that Tsuna was giving them... They decided to stay for lunch as good, civilized citizens. Something told them in the depths of their hearts that Tsuna would be able to make them suffer in any way unimaginable (to them) if they did something crazy while his mother was around. However, none of that avoided the incredulous looks they had on both Sawadas.
"Come on, Tsu-kun, say ah~" What better way to make sure she eats than to feed him herself? Tsuna would have to obey without complaining until she was at least cured and gained a few pounds.
"...This is embarrassing, mom," Tsuna complained before obeying with a pout. "Can I at least eat dessert on my own?"
The answer was yes, and Tsuna was on the sofa in the living room devouring strawberry ice cream on his own. Still, it was almost stupid, very stupid, to know that a Tsuna who was who knows how many years old (probably an adult) would be fed by his mother like a baby and be acting like a real child with overdoses of coffee... it was highly dangerous.
"Why did you visit, Xanxus-nii?" Tsuna asked with a slight smile.
While Gokudera and Yamamoto wondered where the hell the Tsuna of the last few days had gone (the sad, wounded, and sick one), Squalo did the most sensible thing of all: he bandaged his nose and made an appointment with the dentist and obviously didn't talk (although he didn't yet know what the hell he had done to make that little boy want to kill him). Xanxus, on the other hand, pretended not to hear the "Xanxus-nii" and the fact that it was a giant teddy bear for Tsuna was not happening and was just part of a strange dream.
"Well, mini-garbage, I had to—what the hell are you doing?" All right, the question was entirely justified.
"Well, giving you what you asked for," Tsuna said, throwing the garbage bag he went to look for on his lap with an innocent smile. "Now, you just have to take it outside. Thank you so much for—"
"Insolent trash—" Xanxus massaged his temples. No one told him that Tsuna had also developed super speed.
Tsuna only smiled innocently at his work. Now Xanxus had two more garbage bags on top of him that he had to take out.
"You asked for the garbage; I only gave it to you, Xanxus-nii." He smiled so sweetly that everyone knew he was lying and that he was doing it all on purpose. "It's not my fault that you love trash so much, big brother. It's your fault for being the trash charmer and obviously its master." Yes, Tsuna was willing to teach Xanxus the value of respecting trash (he called him trash and had kicked his ass several times).
"Insolent brat!" He started firing dozens of bullets in his blind rage, burning the trash on him without even realizing it, and with three throbbing veins on his forehead.
Past the hail of bullets, Tsuna did not move and continued smiling, very amused. Maybe it was the fault of the penguin marathon, but he was in a very good mood, so no one could blame him for wanting to have fun, and if they did, they would end up in his clutches without knowing if they would come out alive or not. Maybe it was a very good thing that Tsuna was in such a good mood, even if he was being somewhat sadistic with them, because the sad Tsuna was a difficult person to understand, and it's not that this Tsuna was easier; he was just funnier in a way.
Surprisingly, the bullets simply...
"Did you finish, Xanxus-nii?" The Tenth Vongola asked (something that no one knew, or so he thought), almost laughing at the expressions of total shock of everyone present except Squalo, who was still deprived of pain and couldn't manage to at least have an expression of surprise. "See, it wasn't that hard. Trash loves you~"
Ignoring what Tsuna had just told him, a taunt that frankly caused him to want to kill him even more (if that was remotely possible), Xanxus only fired two more times, just to make sure he wasn't witnessing a tasteless joke coming from his eyes. No, it hadn't been any kind of joke; it was totally real. The bullets only... they "crashed" against the air and bounced... without apparent logic.
"Do you want me to bring you more garbage?" Tsuna said, smiling even bigger. "There's only the one in the bathrooms..." He reflected aloud before hugging the other boss as if nothing had happened.
Not knowing what to regret, do, or say, Varia's boss plopped down on the couch. From the face of the idiot fish and the lapdog, what they had just witnessed was something totally new. Xanxus ran a hand across his forehead. He had spent half of his power on all those shots, and Tsuna hadn't even sweated a drop. With that, whatever that was, how was he going to give him at least a scratch?
"Hey, give him a trash sword." Inside, she thought what she had just said was a bad idea, but...
Squalo obeyed. The other two were still in shock, so no one could interfere, but he was still more afraid of what could happen to him for obeying than what could happen to him for not obeying. Internally, Xanxus wanted to yell at his father, Reborn, and everyone in general for being such tremendous idiots when he saw that the sword collided with nothingness, apparently. Before Squalo moved, flames formed out of the apparent "nothingness" and these turned the sword into multiple bits of metal in a split second.
"Since you like garbage so much, have!" In less than 5 seconds, Xanxus was wrapped in garbage bags. "There are no more in the house..." He said sadly, but by the smile that was still stuck on his face, they knew perfectly well that he was not regretting but surely laughing like a madman in his head. "You will have to go somewhere else if you want more…"
A little scared, and confused and very angry, Xanxus burned the trash quickly, and then grabbed the boy by the neck. He was about to commit homicide. He didn't care if the boy he was about to hang was his boss and that everyone else would fall on him later for killing him; he was fed up!
"You have 5 seconds to give me a valid reason not to hang you..." He hissed, tightening his grip.
"Xanxus-nii, first, you won't even be able to hang me," he said as if nothing had happened. He moved his hand to one of his hands and with a light touch, Xanxus had his arm cradled in his chest. "Second, I'm your little brother and your future boss..." Oh, how Xanxus wanted to kill him right now. "And third... it's not my fault that you live calling the trash wherever you go."
"Little Devil—"
"Xanxus-nii, you lost to me, someone you called trash..." The smile was completely erased, leaving only a seriousness that made him believe that he was talking to an old man and not a child. "Don't you think it's time you stopped calling everything trash? I have no problem showing you that 'this trash' can kick your ass as many times as he wants..." Then he smiled again; this was in the form of a game. "Also, remember that I'm your little brother and you can't call your family trash or some derivative unless it's in play, and that includes them." He pointed to poor Squalo who was now crying over his sword.
Gokudera swallowed dry. Tsuna from the future, wherever you looked at him, and obviously Reborn's favorite student for everything he had seen in these last hours, too sadistic and playful. Reborn was the same, only much more dangerous. No, cross out the dangerous; they could well be just as dangerous now, or maybe Tsuna was even more dangerous, or more sadistic if that was possible. Although he had to take into account that sadistic was only extremely noticeable when he was in a very good mood. Poor them all.
"Ready, do I look good?" Tsuna asked, giving the sword back to the fallen swordsman, completely restored.
"...W-How?" It hurt to even talk. Oh my gosh, this guy was very hard.
"If it is destroyed with my flames, it can be repaired in the same way," he said with a slight smile. He was not so evil as to permanently destroy his katana. "Anyway, I only recommend that you do not use it for a few days, for prevention."
Tsuna sighed deeply, took the TV remote, and sat down next to Xanxus, using him as a pillow. Tsuna was in such a good mood that he had aired all his worries and was acting as he usually did when Xanxus went to visit him along with the others when everything was fine. Although it didn't look like it, Xanxus had a soft heart, so it didn't take long for the two of them to be like brothers as long as the work was out of sight. Varia was too bloody to be friendly at work or anything involved with him. As for Squalo... he was better off learning that he hated so much noise, and he would not be the only one to suffer his fate. In fact, perhaps he was the luckiest to suffer only that.
"...Seriously?" He couldn't help but complain at the sight of more propaganda, and he was about to complain even more when a wild propaganda appeared on the screen:
"The struggle between good, evil, and stupidity..." Gokudera looked elsewhere, while Yamamoto decided to take Squalo and drag him out of there. Squalo didn't even joke when he realized what was possibly going to happen and frankly didn't want to be there to see the boy's reaction. "...in a world full of idiots and lazy people..." Tsuna felt a vein about to burst from what he was seeing, but he couldn't deny that what he was saying was laughable.
Xanxus mentally prepared himself for whatever would happen. He would never tell Tsuna that that movie had already made a billion dollars. Gokudera prepared himself to either run away like the devil or to try to stop Tsuna from committing homicide while he was still sick. Sometimes he hated Reborn for doing this kind of thing.
"All in: The Sloth, the Devil and the Magic Afro..." The vein finally burst. "Only in cinemas." The wild commercial ended, and another one appeared about waxing cream, but none of that mattered to Tsuna.
"REEEEBBBBBOOOOOOORRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNNN!"
About seven blocks from Tsuna's house, Yamamoto and Squalo covered their ears, along with most of the people who were walking peacefully and were followed by several traffic accidents. Thank goodness no one was seriously injured or killed. Heavens, and Tsuna was annoyed by their screams? Too bad he couldn't prove to him that he was much worse than all of them put together.
In another unfamiliar place, Reborn smiled as he took another sip of his prized coffee. Apparently, his student-Dame had noticed his little surprise. He'd thank him later. The film had been a success; maybe he should do the sequel.
"...I shouldn't be surprised," Tsuna muttered, annoyed to the point of exhaustion. "...stupid, insensitive, selfish..."
Gokudera sighed in relief when he saw that Tsuna was only left with that, although that murderous aura certainly had him on edge and ready to wet his pants (although he would never admit it). He couldn't blame Tsuna, because all this had been done without his consent. Xanxus just stared at the ceiling and tried his best to ignore the aura; it was quite intimidating. No matter what they said, this Tsuna had to have been a boss for several years; maybe he would even be like forty years old, because not even his father was that intimidating.
"...Ne, Juudaime..." He preferred the sadistic Tsuna a thousand times; he only amused himself at their expense. He didn't make them tremble for their lives. "...the girls will come in... " He looked at his watch. "...fifteen minutes... and they will bring some movies... " Gokudera felt his spirit leave his body as the mortal gaze fell on him. "...like Megamind..."
"...Chaos—why the hell are you telling me now?" Yes, there was no doubt; he was Reborn's favorite student.
"...Because I feel like you're going to kill us?" It came out more like a question than a statement; it was like having a demon in the corner of your room... in the middle of the night... and without any light.
"...I'm sorry," he apologized, but he was still upset, very upset. "It's just that I'm angry that Reborn does whatever he wants with me, and look, this time it was even on a global scale." Although, honestly, he should have gotten used to it by now.
"...Tsk, get over it now, mini-garbage."
"Xanxus-nii, I don't like you when you're chubby and ugly," Tsuna complained childishly. "Ice cream, anyone?" He asked his always faithful, but obviously very relieved, right-hand man.
"Juudaime, right away!" As he could with his still shaky legs, he ran to the kitchen to get some ice cream for his beloved boss... well, it wasn't exactly his beloved boss, but a future version of him.
"...You're a little devil, did you know that?" Xanxus said as the bomber disappeared from sight.
"Shishishi, if I may give my opinion, I think it would be like a sadistic and evil version of Dennis the Menace," said the prince and lord of knives from behind a wall.
Bel hadn't been an idiot. When Tsuna had hit Squalo, he had not only gotten out of the way but had gone to take refuge in a nearby but safe place. And he had gotten a good laugh, just like Mammon, before all the mess that the boy had made. That boy was definitely not the same as always. Frankly, it had been too much fun, but not even crazy people (more than they were, at least) would come close for Tsuna to play with them, too. Besides, Mammon was recording everything, invisible from his head, and not even crazy people would let him know, because if Tsuna didn't kill them for doing something like that, without a doubt, Xanxus would kill them after cleaning the floor with them. Well, if they didn't escape before, of course.
"...Dennis..." Tsuna murmured. "Dennis... the Menace..." He had heard that before, but where? "Aha!"
The three raised an eyebrow, watching Tsuna run to his room, probably, wondering which fly had bitten him. First, he was sadistic-playful, then intimidating-murderous, and now... energetic? He was about to ask the stupid lapdog if he had been given drugs or something. Although, thinking about it, he had to have drugs in his system; he was sick, so they must have made him take a few pills. But still, this visit was too strange.
"And Juudaime?" The answer he got was several fingers pointing to the stairs, but before Gokudera went to see, Tsuna appeared with a movie in his hands.
Bel, without knowing it, had avoided a "tragedy," because not one of them could imagine what little demon, even if it was in a joking tone, would have made him remember. And none would have been prepared to face a Tsuna who would only want to be alone no matter what, no matter what he had to do to be alone. Luckily for them, the Dennis the Menace thing only triggered another chain of memories, and they were going to realize it whether they wanted to or not.
By the time the girls arrived and the two swordsmen returned, they found Xanxus asleep on the couch (Tsuna didn't let him go, so he looked for the second-best way out of the situation). Gokudera was happily joking with Tsuna on the couch and eating ice cream as if nothing had happened, and Bel was sharpening his knives (Mammon was still recording, with another camera because the battery of the other one ran out). Oh, and the room was a total mess, with lots of holes everywhere, as if someone thought it was funny to bring a machine gun, stand in the middle of the room, and shoot like six hundred bullets or more.
"Ma Ma, what are you looking at?" He preferred this Tsuna more; he was more "normal."
"Dennis the Menace," was Bel's short reply, smiling like a lunatic.
"Yep," Tsuna confirmed before returning to the screen. "Gokudera-kun... we should show this to Hibari-san..."
On the screen, it was shown how Dennis "escaped" from the bonds that the thief made for him and how he made life difficult for the poor, and at the same time not-so-poor, man. At first, Gokudera had not understood why they should show that scene to the prefect; he didn't need more ideas to bite whoever to death. But after seeing how the boy made so many disasters by "accident," he understood the reason. Hibari should see how those who did not break the rules could get away with doing nothing and that he must know how to imprison them if he did not want something crazy to happen... when they went to Italy. Apart from that, it would be fun to see the prefect's reaction to this.
"Tsu-kun~" Tsuna paled. "Time for your medicine~"
Ten minutes later, they had two sleeping people who would probably kill them if they were woken up, so they retreated to another place. Well, in truth, Tsuna hadn't fallen asleep, but he was a bit lazy now, apart from the fact that he was watching his movie in peace, and they didn't want to interrupt him and have him kill them for who knows what. They had forgotten about that little detail: the medicine made Tsuna sleepy, but since they were few, or maybe because their impact was less, he was only left lazy.
"What did they bring? Tsuna has been too unpredictable since this morning; he saw a marathon of the penguins of Madagascar and then Soul Eater..." Too unpredictable and even half-crazy. They didn't want to add more fuel to the fire, thank you very much.
"Well, we only brought..."
Internally, Tsuna was complaining. He hated medicine, or maybe he was very used to his family drugging him to rest, omitting the important fact that if he didn't finish the damn paperwork on time, Reborn would kill him (which happened so many times that it wasn't funny). He hadn't taken medicine in a few years, so maybe it was all psychological. But it still irritated him! Thank God that at least tomorrow he would go back to school, and his mother wouldn't force him to take like six pills of God knows what every twelve hours (she already told him that at six in the morning it was his turn again).
But Tsuna couldn't complain. It had been a good day and boy had he made a mess. It had been a long time since he had so much fun with just words, a side effect of being a mafia boss, he supposed. But it was so much fun to play with people. Although maybe he went a little too far, but he had no idea and didn't even care. Besides, he could blame it on the fact that he was sick, so there was no problem, except maybe having to pay for a dentist and a plastic surgeon for Squalo... but if anyone asked, it was his own fault for being so loud!
In another place a little far from Tsuna's house...
"Wahhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Bianchi sighed deeply. Perhaps the best one in this job was Tsuna; she didn't know how the boy could endure so much.
"Bianchi-nii... Lambo got tangled up in the swing again..." Fuuta began nervously. The venomous cook was not in the best of moods, and he couldn't blame her, not after...
"Good morning, Bianchi," Reborn greeted him like every morning and sat down to drink his coffee.
"Good morning, Reborn..." She gave him the newspaper and breakfast with love, as almost always.
"Hmmmm..." Reborn looked at her for a moment, and the children decided to take refuge behind Nana, not knowing what could happen after Reborn spoke, if he spoke. "You look sexy in those glasses, darling." He congratulated the Arcobaleno before opening the newspaper and starting to scan the news at the same time that he bit into his toasted cheese sandwich that was melting in his mouth because of how tasty it was.
"Oh, Reborn, my love!" The girl was going to hug Reborn and kiss him, but...
"This cheese is delicious." Reborn had other plans, and that included not being hugged or kissed by the girl who loved him so much.
Since then, the girl was pondering what she could do to gain Reborn's attention, and she did not take it very well to be interrupted... something that was irremediable with them, specifically with Lambo.
"That brat..." Without further ado, Bianchi got up to rescue the boy who was suffocating with the ropes of the swing, alone. How did it come to that? Bianchi did not want to know.
After a few more hours and about eighteen rescues for Lambo (the boy was a bit suicidal today, apparently), they went home, only to find something unprecedented. About half an hour ago, Xanxus and company had left after dinner, flatly refusing to stay in the house, despite the insistence of both Sawadas, for fear of winning Nana's terrifying side and/or getting a scare with Tsuna again. The boy was back to normal with everyone's company and perhaps the pranks and disasters that came and kept him entertained and busy at the same time to do something on a grand scale.
However, even if Varia had disappeared without a trace (with the promise of staying a few days nearby), those present were all in front of the television, with popcorn, ice cream, chocolates, soda, and anything else that was sweet, edible, and could be made a mess with. To say that they were silent watching whatever was on TV would be a lie. To say that the children did not go crazy at the sight of candy would also be one. To say that there was at least someone bitter and with a bad face would also be one.
It seemed like centuries since they had seen a night like this, or rather: any event with Tsuna present. It is true that with Tsuna they had done some outings and/or fun activities since the change, but not of this caliber. The only notable difference was that in the distant past (from his perspectives because not even two months had passed) it was that Tsuna would be worried or trying to prevent any disaster from happening (mission impossible), but now he was not bothered, or anything, not even—
"Remember that what you destroy, you pay for," Tsuna commented sweetly after hearing Lambo cry and throw several grenades.
Abort the mission, I repeat: abort the mission.
"But Tsu—"
"Just because you're the future Tenth Vongola doesn't mean you have any privileges regarding money." He lied under his breath, because frankly, he didn't want to talk to Reborn about repairing the house (again) and at least maybe, just maybe, the property damage would decrease. As they said, hope is the last thing to die.
"Waaaahhhhhhhhhh!" Lambo cried after flying away from his own explosions and finishing destroying the wall, a sofa, two lamps, a bedside table, and approximately half of the carpet. That's not counting the floor, the paintings hanging on the wall, and the objects that had been on the bedside table.
However, before anyone could have seen him coming and/or stopped him in time like the other times, the bazooka had been fired. It was ironic; it seemed that most of the family had to be together for Lambo to fire that weapon, because with few people the child got more attention and did not get into so much trouble, or rather, he was saved faster from said problems and therefore the bazooka was not used so often.
"Ciauussssuuuuu~" The Arcobaleno greeted, entering through the window. Only Bel did not recognize his presence with a groan of irritation.
"Baby, Shishishi, what does the prince owe your visit to?" He dodged a kick from Squalo, who couldn't give him the usual scream.
Lussuria was snoring on a bed, Mammon was counting money in a corner, Bel had greeted him and he was covered in blood and on top of what appeared to be several animal carcasses and smiling like crazy, Xanxus was lying on the biggest bed, awake but looking like he had had an extremely exhausting day, Levi was leaning in a corner apparently asleep, and Squalo...
"...Did Tsuna do that to you?" He asked monotonously; inside, he was between proud and amazed.
Proud to see that Tsuna had tremendous strength, and surprised because he didn't seem to care much if they were family or not. To his surprise, Squalo only gave him a piece of paper before throwing himself on his bed again and looking for sleep. He slowly opened the paper.
"Chaos Reborn, how are you, is everything okay?"
Reborn paused, then remembered: Tsuna from the future. Apparently, Tsuna had picked up some of his customs along the way. He smiled perversely; would he finally have a student as sadistic as him? Perhaps, only time would tell. Other than that, who the hell did he think he was to greet him like that? He was nothing more and nothing less than the best hitman in the world, of course he was fine, why shouldn't he be?
"Obviously very good."
Reborn paused again. Really? Why the hell was he asking if he was going to answer himself? This boy deserved a good punishment; he didn't care if he was from the future or not.
"Before you think about punishing me sadistically and then killing me for being conceited, let me apologize for my very good humor. No, cross that out, I can't apologize for something I don't regret. Ne, are you coming back soon? I found some horror movies that you might like."
Reborn stopped again. This boy must be joking, or maybe Primo had made a mistake and removed several screws from his offspring. Although the boy already had problems, it seems that Primo added more. Besides, since when in hell did Dame-Tsuna want to see him? And to see horror movies of all the things there was to be? Was this really the same boy who was afraid even of dogs and almost everything in general?
"Anyway, to the important thing, I write this to let you know that the most sensible thing would be to ask for a dentist and a plastic surgeon for Squalo. And no, don't look at me like that, I didn't break anything but the impact was quite strong and I'm not sure if there were no marks or anything, so better safe than sorry. And before you ask, it was his own fault for being so loud."
Alright, it was true that Squalo had very good lungs and vocal cords, but heck... what happened to the Dame-Tsuna who didn't dare to hurt a fly and who accepted everyone equally?
"My ears can't stand his volume, and it's not my fault that he doesn't listen through words, so I went for the second softer—"
The second softer? Poor Squalo seemed to have been hit with a hammer, and not a rubber one.
"—and with less pain without making my ears suffer any longer. I hope you will understand me because you are worse."
Reborn looked at Squalo out of the corner of his eye. Although it was true, he would have just given him a warning shot.
"And don't look at me badly, you have guns, I don't have anything."
...Good point.
"Well, that's all I wanted to tell you, see you~"
Reborn was going to throw away the note and call Nono for the dentist and plastic surgeon when he realized something else:
"PostData: Say hello to Xanxus-nii for me, tell him there's more trash if he wants more."
"Xanxus-nii..." He repeated without believing what he was reading.
"Oh, don't even mention it for God's sake and all that is good..." Xanxus didn't want to know more about it at the moment.
"Psst, come here, Reborn..." Mammon called, putting all his money away and taking out several cameras.
The rest of the night, Mammon and Reborn had a pretty fun movie night for the two of them alone elsewhere to prevent the videos from being deleted.
"Second part?" Mammon asked. Oh yes, that movie had really given everyone money.
"Definitely," Reborn sentenced. At last, a student who had a hint of sadism in his veins.