Family

09 - Hayato

Hayato was excited.

It was strange, because it was the first time since the death of his piano's teacher. He'd felt only void until some days prior. Now, though, the simple thought that he was going to attend Vongola Nono's party with Father was making him jittery, pleasantly so.

It was a good change, even though his sister had to come with them. He couldn't look at her face anymore without some kind of filter, thanks to that... that cooking. Luckily, it was a masked party, so he wouldn't have to put up with the embarrassment of fainting in front of so many important people – Vongola, most of all.

That Famiglia was the strongest, the most respected, the most powerful out of every Famiglia ever known. As he'd read once in a book, it was also the very first Mafia Famiglia to be born, and it still had that pedestal among the others. Feared, looked up to, loyal, smart... Such were Vongola people... Hayato wanted nothing more than to be part of it.

He'd heard of a strange rumour that made his dream slightly more tangible. There was, apparently, a kid among Vongola's ranks. It was not an unusual thing, Mafia was ruled by blood-related family members, as he's always been taught. The strange thing was that no one knew who this kid was. He'd asked everyone he could, even his Father, but the mystery had not been solved and the latter had even brushed off the rumour, saying it wasn't possible. Vongola Nono was too old to have children and his wife was dead. His Father had saddened a bit while saying those words, though he didn't know why.

The car stopped, jerking him away from his little bubble. They had arrived and Hayato almost yelped in his excitement. He wanted to be out of that car and at the masked party, asap!! Vongola was waiting for him past that enormous door!

He didn't even check that his sister had the mask on, only that he was wearing his own, then he took his Father's hand and stubbornly stopped his instinct to jump like a spring. Always in control, that was what he'd been taught. Vongola was going to see his best behaviour and recognize he was worth being part of the Famiglia!

*-._.-*

Well... this was boring.

Hayato huffed, softly yanking his hand from Father's one, and crossed his arms, pouting. The man looked down at him briefly.

"Don't get lost, stay by my side."

He nodded. In that swarm of unworthy people there was not even a single Vongola. Why were they so late? Ok, it was still half past eight, but... there were hosts to greet and there were a lot, when would be Hayato's turn like that? Midnight?! He focused to not curse in his mind, that pervert doctor's influence was not good.

Hayato turned around when his sister looked at him and forced himself to watch the people. There were many men in sleek suits, talking among themselves with crystal glasses in one hand and, sometimes, cigars in the other. There were very few women, all not wearing dresses but suits, too. In Mafia, women were either masculine or kept aside, away from dangers. It was normal. They were different from her...

So, there he was, surrounded by tall – taller than himself, it was unnerving, when was he going to grow up?! – black-wearing people that found his and his sister's presence not fit. There were kids, yes, he'd seen some running around, only to be man-handled right after. This was an official feast for the most powerful mafioso's birthday, not a kindergarten!

He didn't have friends his age. His piano was all he needed, plus he wanted a Famiglia, not friends. He wanted to be stronger, to train and be someone worthy... someone who could protect his dear ones.