[KHR! // AC][27, 59, Kawahira][1 of 3] Versus Verses
Title: Versus Verses
Author: meco (lj) / kayono (ffn)
Series: Katekyo Hitman Reborn! / Assassin's Creed
Verse: Antecedents (canon-compliant)
Rating: T / M (for language)
Characters: Tsuna, Gokudera, Kawahira; mentions of Nana, Vongola, 17
Warnings: Haha I am so tired this is my fifth attempt posting this I might try to murder lj help.
Notes: I have so many 'predecessor' crossovers it's not even funny. This is just one of them.
Summary: Tsuna is asked for a favour by Kawahira. Shenanigans ensue.
One: Tsuna versus White Haired Pretty Boys
After so many years of explosions, stalking, assassination attempts and completely ignoring physics, there were very few things that could honestly surprise Sawada Tsunayoshi.
"Pardon me, Tsunayoshi-kun, did I wake you?"
Waking up to shining glasses and a bowl of ramen hovering right there was perhaps one of the few left.
"Ch-Chec--I m-mean--Kawahira-jii-san! W-what are--you--I--?!"
Glasses-and-ramen moved back a couple feet, enough for Tsuna to sit up straight. Kawahira smiled. "Good morning, Tsunayoshi-kun."
"Morning?!" A quick glance at the clock later, "It's four AM."
"Which is morning."
Tsuna groaned, flopping back onto his pillows. Remembered who was in the room. Shot straight back up.
"What are you doing here?!"
Kawahiro slurped his noodles, gazing around at the few personal items. "Such sparse living quarters, Tsunayoshi-kun. Surely the Vongola could provide better accommodations for their Tenth."
"All extra funds have been going to repairing the damage done to the East Wing. And part of the North. And some of the West." And talking about it was making him depressed. "Kawahira-jii-san...?"
"As one of two living members of the First Race, I have a right to be wherever I want to me on this planet."
"Why my bedroom."
"Why not your bedroom."
"Because I was sleeping."
"And now you're not, so the point is not valid."
"You woke me up!"
"You woke yourself up," Kawahira remarked, twirling chopsticks through the soup. "I just happened to be here when you did."
Tsuna stared at his guest for a moment. A few long moments. Then, "I'm going back to sleep," and promptly lay down, rolled onto his side away from Kawahira, and closed his eyes.
"You're not asleep."
"Not yet."
"Come now, Tsunayoshi-kun, surely you can humour an old man."
"Can I humour you in three hours?"
"No. I need to be back in Japan in three hours."
Tsuna refused to let himself consider how Kawahira would get to Japan in three hours. Refused. "Fine." He pushed himself upright, then moved to lean against the headboard. "How can I humour you?"
Kawahira busied himself with his ramen, taking his time choosing his next noodles, isolating the noodles, picking up the noodles, eating the noodles. He sighed appreciatively. "It's a good thing I-pin has learned how to deliver ramen so quickly."
Okay, so it was a conversation about ramen he wanted. Why. "She used to worry so much about the noddles getting soggy."
"And for good reason! The texture is only palatable for the first twenty minutes after the dish is finished! If you do not eat it by then, it is not worth eating!"
Older than humanity, and passionate about noodles. Tsuna supposed it said a lot that this was perfectly normal for his life. "Is there any way to make the noodles maintain their, er, texture, longer than that?"
"Unfortunately not, and I have tried many a ways," Kawahira mourned, staring down at his bowl. Spontaneously brightened. "Oh well. Bottoms up!" And drained the entire thing in one gulp.
Tsuna waited patiently until Kawahira lowered the bowl, wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and announced, "All done!"
"Kawa--"
"Oh yes, there was one thing I wanted you to do for me." Tsuna attempted to deadpan at him, ala Hibari. Kawahira cocked an eyebrow at him, tilted his head so his glasses did that scary shiny thing again, and smirked. "Come now, you expect me to come all this way for a two minute conversation about ramen?"
Honestly? "Yes."
"Maybe another day," Kawahira agreed. "So long as you have a guest room prepared for me." Tsuna gestured for the elder to continue. Kawahira shifted where he sat, turning to face Tsuna directly. "I need a favour."
Tsuna expected those words from a great many other people, but never from the man before him. His shock must have shown as Kawahira waved at his face, lips twitching. "It's just a little thing, I assure you, will only take a bit of your time. No death, no dismemberment, no getting on the bad side--worse side--of governments or mafia or whoever. Promise."
"..." Tsuna knew his cognitive abilities at any time of the day to be less than stellar, but 4 AM was pushing it a bit further than normal. Still, "...what is it?"
Kawahira smiled again, this one filled with genuine happiness. It was a strange look. "I have found a nephew!"
"...what."
"Well, not really. He's sort-of descended from another group of humanity's ancestors via humanity, but he's probably as close as I am likely to find! I'm so happy." And he was honestly vibrating with excitement--Tsuna could feel it through the bed. "Anyway! His ancestors came quite a while after us, but I suppose they're still somewhat similar enough for him to count as my nephew. I suppose."
Tsuna blinked at him dumbly, not quite sure what to say or how to say it.
"I haven't gotten a chance to speak to him, but I have managed to get ahold of his profile, and he really likes apple pie! So I am asking you, Vongola Decimo, with all the awesome skills you must have inherited from your mother, to make an apple pie for my nephew. From me."
Awesome skills? Tsuna nearly wept. Aside from his looks and fondness for children (and their inherent fondness for him), he had inherited very little from his mother. Especially not her cooking abilities. "I ca--"
"I will of course deliver the pie myself," Kawahira continued on, "And I hope to do it soon. A peace offering! A nephew! It will be nice to have something to do now that the Tresnisette is safe. Well," and Kawahira lifted himself gracefully off the bed, stretching slender limbs into impossible knots before relaxing again, "I should be heading back now. I'll be by to pick up the pie from you in a week, Tsunayoshi-kun, or sooner if you finish it! Now get back to sleep so that you can rest up for all the pie making you'll be doing!"
And then he was gone, faster even than Reborn could disappear.
Tsuna sat there, stunned, for an indeterminate amount of time. When the sun started peeking through the drapes, he grabbed a pillow, bent forward, and smooshed it over his head. Maybe if he suffocated himself he could avoid this entire thing.
-
Avoiding anything was hard to do when Gokudera was determined to make sure that everything. Was. Done.
"Tenth! Good morning! I have coffee and tea--the maids insisted--and a couple biscuits for you. Oh! And some apple turnovers--the butler insisted on that one."
At the word 'apple' Tsuna felt himself start to cry.
"There are no meetings scheduled for this morning, though there is one with the Bucking Horse and the Ninth this afternoon at 3. It's informal, though, so nothing to worry about!" At some point Gokudera had wandered over to the bed, pulled Tsuna away from his pillow (that was not working as a suffocation tool--maybe it had holes?), and bodily dragged him to the bathroom. "Still, there are quite a few mission and expense reports to go through first--Hibari decided he didn't like some asshole in San Gimignano and leveled half the piazza, che cazzo stronzo--and a few potential alliance treatises to review and maybe set up meetings to renegotiate, but otherwise today is an easy day, Tenth!"
Tsuna mechanically stepped around the frosted glass, disrobing while turning on the shower. Hibari in San Gimignano. Why was he in San Gimignano? Wasn't he in Japan? Why was everyone supposedly in Japan actually in Italy?! Was his mother suddenly going to show up at lunch and start cooking for everyone in the entire castle?!
...wait.
"Hayato," Tsuna started, trying to get his mouth to catch up with his brain. It wasn't working too well.
"Tenth?" Gokudera questioned back, the sound of fabric--a suit, probably-- rustling and then fading. "What is it? Is the water cold? Those idiots, I told them--"
"The water is fine, Hayato."
"Oh." Shuffling. "Then... yes?"
Tsuna frowned at the tile of the shower wall. Maybe. "What is my schedule like for the rest of the week?"
"For the week? Um...." A bit of rustling, silence. "Not much, depending on when you schedule the alliance meetings for. The Ninth wants to meet again after today, so probably... Thursday night, and I think the Simon want a visit as well, but other than that and your normal paperwork, you're not too busy!"
Tsuna nodded to himself. "Then, Hayato, could you please ask a few of the maids and butlers to get the Capri manor ready?"
"...Capri, Tenth?"
"Hm... I just thought... it might be nice for kaa-san to have a vacation."
"In Capri?!"
"It's very beautiful, Hayato, and it's not actually in Naples--"
"No."
"Hayato--"
"I'll happily arrange for maman and the kids to come over for a couple days or a week or however long you want," Gokudera stated with an edge to his voice that Tsuna was only vaguely familiar with, not hearing it too often, "But it will not be in Capri."
"Fine." Tsuna wracked his brain for somewhere potentially more suitable. "Palermo."
"No."
"Siracusa."
"No."
"...Taormina?"
"Nowhere in Sicily."
Tsuna groaned. Mafia. One would think that Gokudera would be one of the least likely to worry about safety from the mafia, all things considered.
"Rome."
"Touristi."
"Florence."
"Annoying touristi."
"Venice."
"Stinks. Floods. Touristi."
"Verona."
"Nothing there but Juliet's balcony."
"Milan."
"Nothing there but expensive shopping."
Tsuna winced at the impending credit card bill. "Agreed. Um. Torino?"
"It's summer, and you want to be in the mountains?"
"San Marino...?"
"..."
"Fine. Cosenza."
"No."
"Argh! Then... where would you take them?"
Gokudera lapsed into silent thought, Tsuna finishing his shower quickly and reaching blindly for first a towel, followed by his suit. Black pinstripe today. Wonderful.
"Well," Gokudera started, "maybe... Taranto wouldn't be too bad?"
Tsuna shot him a disbelieving look. "Every other region of Italy is undesirable except for Basilicata?"
"The Basilichi are nothing, Tenth, and the 'Ndrangheta couldn't hold a candle to us! There's nothing to worry about there!"
Tsuna felt a impeding feeling of doom, but eventually nodded his head in agreement. Surely that doom was just the pie talking. "Taranto it is, then."
"And the countryside around it! We can use Taranto as our home base!"
"...okay?"
"Don't worry, Tenth, you just work on your paperwork and leave everything to me!"
And he dashed away, near crashing through first the bathroom followed by the bedroom doors.
Tsuna smiled slightly after him, shaking his head. At least he could get a vacation out of this.
--
Which he would need, based on the piles of paper stacked on his desk.
"...an easy day," Tsuna cried.
--
Later:
"Do we even have a place in Taranto?"
Author: meco (lj) / kayono (ffn)
Series: Katekyo Hitman Reborn! / Assassin's Creed
Verse: Antecedents (canon-compliant)
Rating: T / M (for language)
Characters: Tsuna, Gokudera, Kawahira; mentions of Nana, Vongola, 17
Warnings: Haha I am so tired this is my fifth attempt posting this I might try to murder lj help.
Notes: I have so many 'predecessor' crossovers it's not even funny. This is just one of them.
Summary: Tsuna is asked for a favour by Kawahira. Shenanigans ensue.
One: Tsuna versus White Haired Pretty Boys
After so many years of explosions, stalking, assassination attempts and completely ignoring physics, there were very few things that could honestly surprise Sawada Tsunayoshi.
"Pardon me, Tsunayoshi-kun, did I wake you?"
Waking up to shining glasses and a bowl of ramen hovering right there was perhaps one of the few left.
"Ch-Chec--I m-mean--Kawahira-jii-san! W-what are--you--I--?!"
Glasses-and-ramen moved back a couple feet, enough for Tsuna to sit up straight. Kawahira smiled. "Good morning, Tsunayoshi-kun."
"Morning?!" A quick glance at the clock later, "It's four AM."
"Which is morning."
Tsuna groaned, flopping back onto his pillows. Remembered who was in the room. Shot straight back up.
"What are you doing here?!"
Kawahiro slurped his noodles, gazing around at the few personal items. "Such sparse living quarters, Tsunayoshi-kun. Surely the Vongola could provide better accommodations for their Tenth."
"All extra funds have been going to repairing the damage done to the East Wing. And part of the North. And some of the West." And talking about it was making him depressed. "Kawahira-jii-san...?"
"As one of two living members of the First Race, I have a right to be wherever I want to me on this planet."
"Why my bedroom."
"Why not your bedroom."
"Because I was sleeping."
"And now you're not, so the point is not valid."
"You woke me up!"
"You woke yourself up," Kawahira remarked, twirling chopsticks through the soup. "I just happened to be here when you did."
Tsuna stared at his guest for a moment. A few long moments. Then, "I'm going back to sleep," and promptly lay down, rolled onto his side away from Kawahira, and closed his eyes.
"You're not asleep."
"Not yet."
"Come now, Tsunayoshi-kun, surely you can humour an old man."
"Can I humour you in three hours?"
"No. I need to be back in Japan in three hours."
Tsuna refused to let himself consider how Kawahira would get to Japan in three hours. Refused. "Fine." He pushed himself upright, then moved to lean against the headboard. "How can I humour you?"
Kawahira busied himself with his ramen, taking his time choosing his next noodles, isolating the noodles, picking up the noodles, eating the noodles. He sighed appreciatively. "It's a good thing I-pin has learned how to deliver ramen so quickly."
Okay, so it was a conversation about ramen he wanted. Why. "She used to worry so much about the noddles getting soggy."
"And for good reason! The texture is only palatable for the first twenty minutes after the dish is finished! If you do not eat it by then, it is not worth eating!"
Older than humanity, and passionate about noodles. Tsuna supposed it said a lot that this was perfectly normal for his life. "Is there any way to make the noodles maintain their, er, texture, longer than that?"
"Unfortunately not, and I have tried many a ways," Kawahira mourned, staring down at his bowl. Spontaneously brightened. "Oh well. Bottoms up!" And drained the entire thing in one gulp.
Tsuna waited patiently until Kawahira lowered the bowl, wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and announced, "All done!"
"Kawa--"
"Oh yes, there was one thing I wanted you to do for me." Tsuna attempted to deadpan at him, ala Hibari. Kawahira cocked an eyebrow at him, tilted his head so his glasses did that scary shiny thing again, and smirked. "Come now, you expect me to come all this way for a two minute conversation about ramen?"
Honestly? "Yes."
"Maybe another day," Kawahira agreed. "So long as you have a guest room prepared for me." Tsuna gestured for the elder to continue. Kawahira shifted where he sat, turning to face Tsuna directly. "I need a favour."
Tsuna expected those words from a great many other people, but never from the man before him. His shock must have shown as Kawahira waved at his face, lips twitching. "It's just a little thing, I assure you, will only take a bit of your time. No death, no dismemberment, no getting on the bad side--worse side--of governments or mafia or whoever. Promise."
"..." Tsuna knew his cognitive abilities at any time of the day to be less than stellar, but 4 AM was pushing it a bit further than normal. Still, "...what is it?"
Kawahira smiled again, this one filled with genuine happiness. It was a strange look. "I have found a nephew!"
"...what."
"Well, not really. He's sort-of descended from another group of humanity's ancestors via humanity, but he's probably as close as I am likely to find! I'm so happy." And he was honestly vibrating with excitement--Tsuna could feel it through the bed. "Anyway! His ancestors came quite a while after us, but I suppose they're still somewhat similar enough for him to count as my nephew. I suppose."
Tsuna blinked at him dumbly, not quite sure what to say or how to say it.
"I haven't gotten a chance to speak to him, but I have managed to get ahold of his profile, and he really likes apple pie! So I am asking you, Vongola Decimo, with all the awesome skills you must have inherited from your mother, to make an apple pie for my nephew. From me."
Awesome skills? Tsuna nearly wept. Aside from his looks and fondness for children (and their inherent fondness for him), he had inherited very little from his mother. Especially not her cooking abilities. "I ca--"
"I will of course deliver the pie myself," Kawahira continued on, "And I hope to do it soon. A peace offering! A nephew! It will be nice to have something to do now that the Tresnisette is safe. Well," and Kawahira lifted himself gracefully off the bed, stretching slender limbs into impossible knots before relaxing again, "I should be heading back now. I'll be by to pick up the pie from you in a week, Tsunayoshi-kun, or sooner if you finish it! Now get back to sleep so that you can rest up for all the pie making you'll be doing!"
And then he was gone, faster even than Reborn could disappear.
Tsuna sat there, stunned, for an indeterminate amount of time. When the sun started peeking through the drapes, he grabbed a pillow, bent forward, and smooshed it over his head. Maybe if he suffocated himself he could avoid this entire thing.
-
Avoiding anything was hard to do when Gokudera was determined to make sure that everything. Was. Done.
"Tenth! Good morning! I have coffee and tea--the maids insisted--and a couple biscuits for you. Oh! And some apple turnovers--the butler insisted on that one."
At the word 'apple' Tsuna felt himself start to cry.
"There are no meetings scheduled for this morning, though there is one with the Bucking Horse and the Ninth this afternoon at 3. It's informal, though, so nothing to worry about!" At some point Gokudera had wandered over to the bed, pulled Tsuna away from his pillow (that was not working as a suffocation tool--maybe it had holes?), and bodily dragged him to the bathroom. "Still, there are quite a few mission and expense reports to go through first--Hibari decided he didn't like some asshole in San Gimignano and leveled half the piazza, che cazzo stronzo--and a few potential alliance treatises to review and maybe set up meetings to renegotiate, but otherwise today is an easy day, Tenth!"
Tsuna mechanically stepped around the frosted glass, disrobing while turning on the shower. Hibari in San Gimignano. Why was he in San Gimignano? Wasn't he in Japan? Why was everyone supposedly in Japan actually in Italy?! Was his mother suddenly going to show up at lunch and start cooking for everyone in the entire castle?!
...wait.
"Hayato," Tsuna started, trying to get his mouth to catch up with his brain. It wasn't working too well.
"Tenth?" Gokudera questioned back, the sound of fabric--a suit, probably-- rustling and then fading. "What is it? Is the water cold? Those idiots, I told them--"
"The water is fine, Hayato."
"Oh." Shuffling. "Then... yes?"
Tsuna frowned at the tile of the shower wall. Maybe. "What is my schedule like for the rest of the week?"
"For the week? Um...." A bit of rustling, silence. "Not much, depending on when you schedule the alliance meetings for. The Ninth wants to meet again after today, so probably... Thursday night, and I think the Simon want a visit as well, but other than that and your normal paperwork, you're not too busy!"
Tsuna nodded to himself. "Then, Hayato, could you please ask a few of the maids and butlers to get the Capri manor ready?"
"...Capri, Tenth?"
"Hm... I just thought... it might be nice for kaa-san to have a vacation."
"In Capri?!"
"It's very beautiful, Hayato, and it's not actually in Naples--"
"No."
"Hayato--"
"I'll happily arrange for maman and the kids to come over for a couple days or a week or however long you want," Gokudera stated with an edge to his voice that Tsuna was only vaguely familiar with, not hearing it too often, "But it will not be in Capri."
"Fine." Tsuna wracked his brain for somewhere potentially more suitable. "Palermo."
"No."
"Siracusa."
"No."
"...Taormina?"
"Nowhere in Sicily."
Tsuna groaned. Mafia. One would think that Gokudera would be one of the least likely to worry about safety from the mafia, all things considered.
"Rome."
"Touristi."
"Florence."
"Annoying touristi."
"Venice."
"Stinks. Floods. Touristi."
"Verona."
"Nothing there but Juliet's balcony."
"Milan."
"Nothing there but expensive shopping."
Tsuna winced at the impending credit card bill. "Agreed. Um. Torino?"
"It's summer, and you want to be in the mountains?"
"San Marino...?"
"..."
"Fine. Cosenza."
"No."
"Argh! Then... where would you take them?"
Gokudera lapsed into silent thought, Tsuna finishing his shower quickly and reaching blindly for first a towel, followed by his suit. Black pinstripe today. Wonderful.
"Well," Gokudera started, "maybe... Taranto wouldn't be too bad?"
Tsuna shot him a disbelieving look. "Every other region of Italy is undesirable except for Basilicata?"
"The Basilichi are nothing, Tenth, and the 'Ndrangheta couldn't hold a candle to us! There's nothing to worry about there!"
Tsuna felt a impeding feeling of doom, but eventually nodded his head in agreement. Surely that doom was just the pie talking. "Taranto it is, then."
"And the countryside around it! We can use Taranto as our home base!"
"...okay?"
"Don't worry, Tenth, you just work on your paperwork and leave everything to me!"
And he dashed away, near crashing through first the bathroom followed by the bedroom doors.
Tsuna smiled slightly after him, shaking his head. At least he could get a vacation out of this.
--
Which he would need, based on the piles of paper stacked on his desk.
"...an easy day," Tsuna cried.
--
Later:
"Do we even have a place in Taranto?"