A Bit Of Help

Case 3: Acknowledgment

Aight, good news and bad news. Good news, I have found inspiration of the sorts, bad news... That inspiration hurt my feelings. I wanted to post this on Saturday too... Man, happy early birthday.

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn... (Or the anime heavily hinted in this story.)

Pairings: Eventual R27, onesided-All27... Some being family-like.

Warning: You get the point, you read the summary, good luck.

+Brownie points to anyone that gets the references.

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 Yamamoto Tsuyoshi, dressed in his usual sushi-chef uniform and all, bemused yet calming gaze strung up on his aging-fatherly face-- The man was staring at him in such a way that it disturbed him, that's the face of a Hitman..Er.. Assassin? Tsuna knows that gaze after watching a certain anime (And reading/studying the manga) that showed him the many masks people who work down underground, wears; The gaze of someone who's looking calmer than a steady river, but possessing an aura of frustration like a parent to their delinquent child, tranquility as a perfect mask to hide the annoyance underneath. There were many ways to interpret this, yet they shared the same threat.

The brunet's hazy, dark caramel eyes were able to scope out the underline of the faint shadow given from the slight head tilt downwards, Tsuyoshi was looking at him in a manner that was borderline suspicious and endearing, a former Hitman? Assassin? It's hard to tell, the faint smell of gunpowder and metallicness lingered around to tell him that he was one of the two.

"Just like an adult wolf..." Tsuna thought, his night-capable eyes flickering orange as he stared directly into the sushi chef's, "...He's scolding me like one of his own.."

'That man is really a strange presence... I don't even know if he's to be dealt with...'

"...Maybe it'd be better if we j--" A rather violent, shaking motion thrust him into reality as his heightened sight faded back into normality.

--Tsuna's eyes went wide with shock at being grabbed, and in return did what his 'predatory' instincts told him to do; the brunet hissed loudly in a similar manner as a cat would, his left hand applied little pressure to the man's nose in different directions, just to redirect the sushi chef's gaze several times, or.... At least until Tsuna felt one of the man's own hand tightly grasp his wrist with an unnecessary amount of strength.

(As if the man was confused about the choices; 'Minimal force, mild force? What would be sufficient for someone like me/him?'

'Hmph! Seem like the old fool is lacking proper maintenance... He needs to be reminded how to NOT hurt a child!'

Tsuna could practically hear the Voice laughing in arrogant victory, therefore, the brunet took no time to grasp at an attempt to make her prouder-- by praying to whatever deity out there that the jab he inflicted to the adult's abdomen made contact, painfully.

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Unfortunately.

"Now now.. I do apologize for frightening you out of your inner plans," It was evident the man was out of breath, Tsuna could at least celebrate that feat, "...But there's no need for violence.. If... That can be called such."

As if it was usual, the small brunet simply retracted his hand from Tsuyoshi's grasp and positioned it back into its usual place-- beside him with his own fingers lacing around the leather carrier of the black messenger backpack, that is now covered in dust- around the straps.