Sunset Hue (KHR Fanfiction)

Dissipating the Illusion

Varia Arc

Lambo - 6

Chrome - 14

Tsuna, Mia, Hayato, Takeshi - 15

Ryohei, Mukuro - 16

Warning: Some mature stuff.

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Mia supposed that shouting Takeshi's name to her phone in the women's toilet wasn't the most sensible thing to do. Heads poked out from the stalls and a woman who just entered paused unsurely while holding the door open. As awesome as it felt to have made an idiot of herself, she couldn't deny feeling optimistic for Takeshi's match. It probably was thanks to Tsuna's firm belief that their friend would be fine and that she was included in the circle even if she wasn't physically there.

Ignoring the strange looks that were being sent her way, she walked back to their table where her Nonnino was examining the menu. For an old veteran, her grandfather was the picture of health. His tanned wrinkled skin betrayed his age but his eyes were as clear as ever as he vigorously searched the menu. Man that's some intense choice-making right there.

"Have you decided on something Nonnino?"

"Ah yes Mia." He set the menu down. "Could you read these for me? I don't understand Japanese." He let out hearty laugh at the look on her face. She joined him good-naturedly and explained to him the menu. Dinner was nicer than she thought. Such was she in a good mood that it was surprisingly easy to tell her Nonnino all about her friends and her life in Japan. For a while, the rings were put out of her mind.

"I know Pa said that you would be visiting but Nonnino, why did you come to Japan?" she asked curiously when she ran out of topics to talk about.

Nero Matteis wiped his mouth with his napkin before answering, "Hasn't your father told you anything?"

She shook her head.

He sighed. "Not surprising Nicolas wouldn't. Well, I am here for a business transaction."

"A business transaction? What sorts?" She wasn't aware her Nonnino had business trips given his age.

His smile became wicked and her heart jumped in excitement. She knew that look. It meant he was going to tell her something that her Pa wouldn't like. "My dear, your grandfather has a hobby for collecting rare, antique weapons. I could spend my time on the family farm, growing crops until I my knees give out but where would the fun be in that?" She couldn't contain her grin. No, she imagined that he wouldn't. "Your father often comes across such things. Despite disapproving of my hoarding – as he calls it - he does have some sort of appreciation."

"Wow." And here she thought she knew almost everything about her family.

He nodded, sipping from his glass. "Indeed. Half of my collection is thanks to your father and he finds the most curious types of weaponry I have ever seen. Though he has no interest over the items themselves, he seems to deem their history more important. I don't know how to feel about that."

"Like a dog being fed scraps?" she suggested.

"I like to think that my son is giving me gifts – not scraps."