#tsuna would be even more insistent that he won’t be a mafia boss just because his idiot father’s related to the first one

[ethereal-kloud]

what if tsuna meets haru earlier?

at about 4 years old, he’s still shy and hasn’t been able to make any friends, and nana kind of, maybe, left him at a park near where the miura’s lived.

now, haru’s also around 4, but still has that easily obsessed and easily misunderstanding situations mindset and so just isn’t very well-liked because she’s strange and weird. enter tsuna, who sees some six-year-olds bullying a smaller, dark-brown-haired girl who’s trying n to cry.

he’s obviously terrified, but he’s still tsuna, and this version has yet to know the betrayal of having his flames sealed, has yet to face bullying for reasons he just can’t understand. so he stops them. maybe with his intuition (he probably was born with it, looking so much like giotto even with his blood) and they become friends.

and haru, who has been made fun of by crueler and older kids, latches onto tsuna, who’s a kind sky and just a good person. her dormant lightning flames stir just a bit from being near, and as they grow older and closer, they become latent and only need a small push to become active.

and, coincidentally, because tsuna makes that one close friend, because iemitsu never calls before visiting (or like a day before where nana rushes to make food and get out the alcohol and make sure curious little tsuna doesn’t touch it), tsuna is very conveniently away for a week-long sleepover at the miura household that week, following along with haru’s newfound obsession and skill with sewing.

they do meet, of course, for a small dinner, but the miura’s are there and haru scares away the dog that would have launched tsuna straight into being active, so timoteo never has a chance to seal him.

their visit ends uneventfully, iemitsu mostly drunk and wailing that his “tuna-fish doesn’t love him” and the vongola nono assuring himself iemitsu’s little civilian family is safe and his son is even smarter than average kids (in the civilian sense)

haru grows to be tsuna’s backbone, saying “no” for him when the others at their prestigious school wants him to “tutor” them but the same cruelty she’s oh so familiar with in their eyes. but tsuna can say no here, because he was never put down and some people are idiots who just can’t get haru.

when reborn gets there, well. he learns that, yes, technically, the son of the young lion of vongola is a civilian with a civilian friend, they’re both so close to being active it’s not even funny. actually, the boy is active, with the bare minimum amount of control to make it seem like he’s not.

(he tested this by shooting a dying will bullet at his strange friend, for insisting that he’s precious and should be protected, when the boy’s forehead burst into flames and pushed her out of the way.)

at least he won’t be bored. (or be forced to use that lightning bovino brat that keeps following him somehow) how to find other elements that will mesh well with that kind of lightning, though…

[luki-fanfic]

A Kingdom For A Book: Good Omens/KHR Fic

So...guess what I’ve been watching obsessively the last few weeks?  Had to try and hash some of this out before the weekend so I could concentrate on DK&T. 

A Kingdom for a Book Good Omens/Katekyo Hitman Reborn

Tsuna, Yamamoto, Gokudera and Ryohei are in Italy, having breakfast with Nono and his respective guardians when it happens.

The Tenth generation had been invited (or, translated into civilian, abducted in the dead of night the day after graduating middle school) to spend the summer break at the Vongola Mansion.  However, Hibari had been...forceful, in his refusal, while Mukuro and Chrome had declined and vanished before anyone could talk them into it.  Lambo, while excited at the idea at returning home, had refused to leave Nana alone, and had been given the ‘very important job’ of protecting the woman while the teens were away.  

Tsuna rather sorely wishes he could have traded jobs with his young lightning.  The ‘break’ part of the trip had turned out to be very apt, because tutoring on Vongola grounds was ten time worse than in Namimori, where Reborn had to at least pretend he was bound by foolish things like land ownership, Hibari’s territory issues and physics. The hitman had been enjoying every minute of Tsuna torment, to the surprise of absolutely no one.  As such, nobody is really surprised when Reborn walks in and slaps four airline tickets on the table.  

“It’s time for your Vongola Negotiation Trial,” he says, as if it explains anything.

Granted, it’s Reborn, so explanations have always been optional.  If not for the fact that the man-turned-baby-and-now-rapidly-going-through-puberty-again-teenager always landed on his feet, Tsuna would swear blindly that he just made things up on the spot.

“What’s a Vongola Negation Trial?” he asks, mostly to get things over with. If he doesn’t ask what Reborn is talking about, Yamamoto will, which will set Gokudera off on a giant rant only 2 people in the room can follow, and it’s just too early in the morning for that.

To his surprise, Nono is the one that answers, folding his hands and smiling at his heir.

“It’s a right of passage for all young mafia” he explains.  “Especially those in boss positions.  It’s a test to show your intelligence, charisma and skill at obtaining objectives.”

Yamamoto laughs and leans over to wrap an arm around Tsuna’s shoulders.

“This’ll be easy Tsuna,” he says.  “Those are some of your best qualities.”

“Hieee?”

“Don’t touch the Tenth so casually!” Gokudera hisses at the rain, before he face does some spectacular muscle rearranging to smile at Tsuna.

“But he’s right Tenth!  This will be a cakewalk for you,” he insists.

“Sawada can negotiate to the extreme!” Ryohei agrees.

“What?  But I’m not good at-”

“Regardless,” Reborn say, talking over him.  “As the future Decimo, your role will require exceptional negotiation skills. Granted, this is something you have proven to have a knack for, so this is merely a formality to prove your prowess.”

Tsuna stares at the delighted faces around him and sighs.  

As much as he wants to keep arguing, he’s acutely aware of the pointlessness of such an act.  At least a ‘negotiation trial’ probably won’t be as violent as Reborn’s usual training.  If they have to leave the country, the man can only have so long to-

Oh crap...he’s sending them to a war zone isn’t he?

“Hieee...”

The hitman pretends he doesn’t hear Tsuna’s squeak, and pulls out what appears to be a photograph from his suit pocket.

“The Ninth gave me a selection of possible outbreaks and riots that require ceasefires” he explains.  “However, as your tutor, I believe in pushing you to great things, and for that reason, I have decided to give you the toughest negotiation challenge known to man.”

Tsuna pales as he watches Nono’s guardians pale, the man himself leaning forward in something resembling horror.

“Reborn, you can’t possibly be planning to send him there...”

Tsuna watches in astonishment as every mafioso in the room steps back, the photo dropping from Reborn’s hand to the desk.

“Sawada Tsunayoshi” his tutor says.  “You must enter the shop of A.Z.Fell & Co in London, and leave with a legally purchased book.”

“...I’m sorry, what?” Tsuna says, just before the entire room erupts in full on outrage.

“Reborn, you cannot be serious-”

“There are limits to your madness-”

“At least give him a fighting chance!  A gang war in Nicaragua started a few days ago, send him there!”

Tsuna can only stare at the horrified Mafioso in pure confusion, before picking up the photograph.  It boasts an old brick building, with an older gentleman on the stair just exiting the door.  He’s dressed a good century out of fashion, but there’s a presence, even in the photo, that makes Tsuna feel he’d look more out of place in modern clothing.

“This is Mr. Fell?” he asks, once the yelling calms down.  Everyone in the room sort of glance at each other, before sagging back down into their seats.

“One of them” Nono replies.  “The book store has been open since the 1800’s, passed down his family, and has been the bane of many a collector. There are few rare texts, especially of the biblical or prophetic nature, that Fell & Co do not possess.”

“But, then why is it a bane?”

The entire room offers a mirthless chuckle.

“Because the Fell family go to extreme lengths to make sure they never part with a single volume” Coyote explains.  “It hasn’t so much as broken even since it opened.  We’re not even sure why they have the bookshop rather than just a private collection.  It’s got to be some kind of tax thing, though we’re still not sure what considering how immaculate they appear, but regardless, just because those books are in a shop, does not mean they’re for sale.”

“...Has anyone ever succeeded?” Tsuna asks.  Everyone immediately turns to Reborn, who is wearing his trademark look of smug, and Tsuna sags.

“Let me rephrase. Has anyone human ever succeeded?” he rephrases, and Reborn chuckles.

“There are stories that suggest the sixth Manachelli boss managed to make it out with a ‘wicked bible’” he tells him.  “But given that all ten known copies are currently recorded elsewhere, nobody believes it.”

“Tsunayoshi...” Nono begins.  “While I have full trust in Reborn’s decisions, I must tell you that there is no dishonour in failing this trial.  Many mafioso have failed.  Even Xanxus could not pry a volume from Fell’s hands.”

“Xanxus tried?” Tsuna squeaks, and Yamamoto gives a low whistle while Gokudera splutters.  Nono just nods.

“Nearly every family has attempted it in recent history,” Nono continues.  “As such, if you reach a point where you feel you have exhausted every avenue, please retreat, and I will insist upon a different challenge.”

The Don glances over at Reborn.

“That will be acceptable, yes?” he asks the hitman.  Reborn merely adjusts his hat.

“I have full confidence in my student,” he replies.  “But I can accept those terms.  What do you say Dame-Tsuna?”

Tsuna drops his eyes back down to the photo.  Takes in the unassuming man and the shop.

Well, at least it’s not a literal war zone.  

Looks like he’s going to London.

---

All things considered, Tsuna finds himself pleasantly surprised by London. While the architecture is western and the streets crammed with people of every colour and shape, it lacks the sheer chaotic violence that seems to encompass Italy each time he sets foot there.  Instead there’s this subconscious politeness that everyone acknowledges exists (although not necessarily acted upon) that his Japanese upbringing just finds pleasant.  While he’s certainly not about to up and move, it’s less of a culture shock than his first unchaperoned visit to Rome.  

His guardians seem to be enjoying the trip too.  Ryohei’s exuberance and yelling get him some amused looks, and Yamamoto has been taken photos since they got off the plane.  Gokudera’s had a giddy look on his face, and while he’s not mentioned anything, Tsuna spotted him grabbing a handful of pamphlets from the hotel’s tourist section regarding ghost tours.  He’ll have to remember to ask Yamamoto to ‘guard’ him one night so Gokudera doesn’t feel guilty about slipping away.

In fact, Tsuna is surprisingly optimistic about the whole thing, right up until they reach the area of Soho and gets hit with the sheer oddity of the shop.  His trio of guardians, equally enamoured by London’s streets, quickly spot the issue itself.

“How is this place still standing?” Gokudera asks, glancing around at the high street retail brands and expensive bistro bars, before turning his attention back to the dull red building that takes up a significant chunk of the corner.  “It’s got to be the only independent building on the street.”

“It’s really well located too,” Yamamoto says, pushing up on his tiptoes to look inside the windows.  “My Dad would kill for this kind of location, but there’s no one inside.  There should at least be a few window shoppers, right?”

“This is insane,” Gokudera continues muttering.  “Surely the local council would have slapped a compulsory purchase order on the owner by this point.”

Ryohei is frowning too, walking forward and frowning at a sign on the door.

“These opening times are crazy to the extreme.”  

He’s not wrong. Tsuna almost finds himself gaping at the ramblings provided.  This shop’s opening hours are the business equivalent of a 100 sided dice roll.  Judging from his expression, Gokudera can’t decide if he’s frustrated or impressed.  Yamamoto already had his phone out and snapping a photo for posterity.

Astonishingly enough though, while the opening hours are few and far between, the shop is currently open, and with a very put upon sigh, Tsuna pushes the door open and steps inside.

---

His plan is simple. Walk in, find a book that looks particularly cheap or badly damaged and then hope his intuition helps him struggle through the haggling.

Unfortunately, this plan immediately hits a snag when he walks into the shop and feels his intuition goes crazy.  There’s no danger or alarm...it just...really, really doesn’t want to be there.  It sort of does the mental equivalent of whimper and curl up into a small ball underneath a metaphysical table, and Tsuna wants to about face and walk straight out the door.

Unfortunately, that isn’t an option, because his three friends are still blocking the way, and Gokudera is already hyperventilating, eyes locked on a bookshelf that’s almost changed colour from the amount of dust.

“Is that a first edition Liver De Coloribus Coeli?” he squeaks.  “In a bookshop?”

Tsuna has absolutely no idea what a ‘liba de colour bus’ is, or what is so surprising about finding it in a bookshop, but he leaves his right hand to salivate (already the bomber has about five books in his arms, clearly forgetting the odds of leaving with any one of them), and walks around the room.

The building itself doesn’t seem dangerous, but there’s definitely something off about it.  There’s an odd damp smell that sticks in your nose and is decidedly uncomfortable.  The books themselves are in no clear order, strewn about almost haphazardly, and not a single staff member in sight...which is definitely odd considering Tsuna has it on good authority that this is a store that ‘sells’ the literary equivalent of diamonds.  There should at least be a guard, surely?

His intuition peeks out from underneath it’s metaphysical table just long enough to nudge him in the direction of a back room, but the closer he gets, the more awkward the building feels.  He tests his intuition by doing an 180 and walking towards the door, and is utterly baffled by the feeling of ‘yes! Yes! Do that!’ that follows.

“Is it just me?” Yamamoto begins as he inspects a half empty bookshelf near a window, hand rubbing the back of his neck where hair is standing on end.  “Or does this place feel really unpleasant?”

“It is extremely uncomfortable” Ryohei agrees, leaning next to the door, and that has Tsuna standing up a little straighter.  It’s one thing for his intuition to be upset, another thing entirely for Ryohei to pick up on it.

Gokudera seems to realise this as well, because he’s paused in his manic search for books to glance around the building.

“It’s as if the building itself is telling us to go away,” he concludes, and his face lights up.

“Maybe it’s a ghost?  A real, live UMA here in London.  This shop is old, it’s entirely possible.  Dammit, I should have brought some equipment!”

Yamamoto is grinning at the bomber, and Tsuna sags.  Any desire to leave has quickly vanished in the wake of ‘supernatural-oddities-are-afoot-Hayato.’

His attention is only drawn away from his storm when he hears the rather dismayed gasp that comes from the other side of the room.

‘Customers, oh dear.’

Tsuna swings round to take in the very well dressed man who looks very disappointed to see them.  

‘Ah, hello,’ Tsuna begins, frantically trying to remember his English lessons. ‘We, um, looking for, ah-’

“I speak Japanese” Mr Fell interrupts.  “But you really should leave now.  I don’t have any stock you would be interested in.”

Gokudera immediately moves forward, gesturing to the dozen books now in his hands.

‘I need all of these!’ he says in English with a grin.  ‘Name your price. I can’t believe they were all just sitting in the open.’

This just makes Mr Fell go from disappointed to horrified, and Tsuna winces.  Gokudera’s forgotten the point of this whole trip – the books must be truly incredible for his right hand to be this obsessed.  Which doesn’t bode well for anyone.

“These books aren’t for children,” Mr Fell replies.  “Please put them back where you found them.”

Gokudera’s smile vanishes.

“Are you kidding? There’s a genuine ‘Anatomy of a Chupacubra’ and ‘Fantasy of a Star’s Soliloquy’ in here.  You know how long I’ve been looking for copies of those?”

“There are extremely rare,” Mr Fell agrees.  “Which is all the more reason to put them back before you damage them.  Please, some of those volumes are fragile.”

He moves to take the books forcibly from Gokudera’s hands, and the teen moves back. Before Tsuna can even consider interjecting, Yamamoto is already slipping between the two with a smile.

“Won’t you reconsider?” he asks.  “This is a book shop, we’re book buyers. Everything can work out, don’t you think?”

Yamamoto’s easy going grin can and has eased the ire of more than one Mafioso over the years, but Mr Fell however is not included in that number.  He’s looking even more upset at being kept from his stock.

“This is doing nothing to convince me you can have ownership of such valuable items,” he says.  “Do you even know what they cost?”

“We have money,” Ryohei offers, and Mr Fell scoffs.

“Money does not buy respect or protection,” Mr Fell replies, and glares when Gokudera snorts in laughter.  

Tsuna isn’t even certain how he does it.  His intuition twinges, and he thinks he hears a finger snap, but quicker than the eye can follow, the man has plucked almost every book from the bomber’s hands, vanishing them under the counter.  Gokudera only stops gaping in shock when the man returns to grab the last few books in his hands, clutching them tightly to his chest.

“Fuck you!  I’m not leaving without them!” he swears.  Mr Fell just purses his lips.

“Yes you are.  Put them on that table this instant, or I will be forced to do something I’d rather not.”

Tsuna’s intuition spikes.  The man isn’t bluffing, and Tsuna doesn’t have the information to know exactly what he’s promising.

“Gokudera, drop them” Tsuna pleads, and while Gokudera looks at him in dismay, something in Tsuna’s face makes him capitulate.  Tsuna is far more relieved than he should be when the bomber submits, placing the books on a nearby table with almost tender care.  A hand brushes the top volume with a move one would almost call tender had it not been from Gokudera, while Yamamoto tugs at his other arm.

“I’ll be back for you,” he whispers, only to turn and scowl at Mr. Fell as he’s guided to the door.  The book owner seems quite delighted that everything went so smoothly, but Tsuna hesitates as he reaches the door.

“I can’t leave London without a book,” he tells Mr. Fell.  The man gives him a tight smile.

“Then I hope you enjoy London,” he says.  “You’ll be here for some time.”

The man moves forward and ushers Tsuna out the door.  He stumbles as he trips on the top step, only saved from falling down the lot by Ryohei, and turns to see Mr Fell lock the door and swing the sign from Open to Closed.

“What an asshole,” Gokudera growls.

“Now I get why everyone got extremely worried when we came here,” Ryohei agrees. “He’s an extremely challenging opponent.”

Tsuna nods as he pulls away from the boxer, gingerly walking down the steps.

“Lets go to the hotel,” he says.  “I think we might need to call some people.”

His friends grin as they head down the street, shoulders loosening when the realise Tsuna isn’t all that upset about getting kicked out.  To be honest, he’d have been more surprised if they hadn’t been.  It’s not like he’d expected to succeed on the first try.  

But maybe it’s time to get some more data to work with.

[mafiabosstsuna]

scenario w someone trying to seduce away Tsuna, Dino and Xanxus' pregnant s/o thinking that now's the chance since they have lost interest in her

COMPLETE

Admin Enma would like to apologize for being an absolute donut and misreading the prompt, Anon. Instead, here are some women trying to steal away the men because they think the S/O lost their interest now that she’s pregnant. Please forgive Admin Enma, she is sorry.

Tsuna

When the announcement of the pregnancy reached the ears of the mafia world, many people tripped over themselves to give the Vongola Decimo their congratulations. Presents were sent to him and his wife - diapers, powdered formula, baby clothes, baby toys - and they sent back personal thank you cards for their thoughtfulness. Each present was also pre-screened and analyzed for safety protocols but of course, that was to be expected.

Some of his closest friends were amused by the man’s outlook towards his pregnant wife. The first few months were filled with anxiousness and overprotection, much to her dismay and Tsuna’s insistence. She even went far as to get multiple doctor’s notes on how she was still capable to doing her regular desk job without any issues, not that Tsuna didn’t ignore them. But the effort was there and Tsuna eased up just a tiny bit. Instead of five bodyguards to look after her through the day, there was three.

There were some women who saw this as their chance to climb the ladder in the mafia world. It was evident near the end of the second trimester during a formal party held by an ally family that women had their sights set on Tsuna once more since his marriage to his wife.

“She looks like she swallowed a watermelon!”

“Do you see how her stomach is bulging out of her dress?!”

“Yes! What a shame too, that dress was designed by the same man who did my dress tonight.”

“Really? It flatters you but definitely not her.”

“Oh dammit all, Abrienne is making the first move.”

Sure enough, a slender woman had managed to strike a conversation with the Vongola boss and his wife. Abrienne was what many people can call beautiful, tall with nice curves, flawless skin, and shiny hair. She knew exactly what to wear to accent her best assets and took advantage of it. She also knew exactly what to say to befriend the wives of many bosses only to sweep their men from under their feet.

“The poor woman.”

“She has no idea what Abrienne is capable of.”

“Do you think Don Vongola would still acknowledge the child as his heir if he leaves her?”

The women at the party watched as discreetly as they could at how Abrienne caused the Donna to laugh brightly, holding onto her husband for support and to her belly, as if laughing too hard would make her due date come faster. They stared petulantly at the triumphant look on Abrienne’s face as the Donna left to go towards the direction of the bathroom, the female Mist guardians following behind her for protection, and completely missed the adoring look the man sent his wife.

Abrienne latched onto Tsuna’s arm quickly, tiptoeing up to whisper in his ear. It was exciting for the women to watch the scene unfold as she gave him the most seductive look she could after lowering herself back down and licking her lips. They watched in horror and fascination as the Don Vongola retched his arm out of her hands, his face full of controlled rage and spat something at.

The could-have homewrecker stepped back, causing the women to burst into conversation as they watched the Vongola walk away from Abrienne. The next time they saw him, he was completely wrapped around his wife and was practically showing her off to everyone he came across.

“Oh my!”

“That was exciting!”

“The Donna is so lucky to have him!”

“I wish my husband was like the Don Vongola when I was pregnant!”

Dino

The meeting was dragging on and on and the other man would just not shut up. Dino resisted the need to roll his eyes as he listened to the boss of some small family from the west of his territory drone on about how beneficial an alliance between their families would be for the both of them.

Normally Dino would have killed this man and crushed his family’s forces under his boot but he wanted to challenge himself to a bloodless 9 months while his wife was pregnant to avoid causing her stress. It was a challenge he had set himself and he was doing pretty well 7 months in.

The other man’s wife smiled serenely next to him, occasionally fluttering her eyes at the Don Cavallone. Her make up perfectly accentuated her face, bringing attention to her bright green eyes. She was a young thing, probably 10 or so years younger than her husband and was around Dino’s age.

“Ah, my apologies, Don Cavallone,” the man said after listening to Dino mused aloud on the prospects of an alliance. “May I be excused to go to your nearest restroom? I’m afraid I drank too much water as a result of talking your ears off. That was terribly rude of me.”

Dino laughed it off politely. “It’s all right, my friend. My subordinate here will guide you to a room. I will go ahead and draft a treaty while you are gone.”

Both men stood up and shook hands before the elder left the room, following after one of Dino’s men. The blonde sat down in his chair, glancing at the picture of his pregnant wife on his desk before beginning to type out a treaty on his computer.

There was a silence between Dino and the other man’s wife as he typed away on his laptop. Such an alliance would be beneficial and the other man seemed like a good business partner to work with. Everything he had proposed, albeit in a lengthy way, was sound and fair and if Dino worked hard enough, he could find an advantage to use and abuse.

“Ahem, Don Cavallone,” the woman interrupted his thoughts, causing him to pause in his typing. He looked up to see her look at him under hooded eyes and knew exactly where this was going.

He quirked an eyebrow before turning his attention back to his computer. “Yes,” he indulged her to go on. Dino was always fast at typing, something he was proud of. Given no distractions, he could probably finish this document and print it out just as the older man returned to his office.

“Ahem,” she went again. Dino sighed as he looked up from his desk to look at the woman. He was not amused at the sight of her shirtless, obviously trying to use what little breasts she had to entice him. “Everyone knows your wife is pregnant but I figured someone of your caliber wouldn’t be interested in a woman as big as she is now.”

She leaned forward on the desk with her arms, obviously hoping to push her breasts up more than they were by her push-up bra. “Of course, I won’t tell if you don’t.”

Dino stared at her face for a moment before leaning into her space with a smirk. He pressed a button on the phone on his desk, never breaking eye contact. “Martin,” he told the subordinate standing outside his office as a guard, “can you please come in and remove this trash in front of me. Thank you.”

The woman stared in shock as she was bodily hauled, shirtless and all, out of the office by one of his men. Dino picked up her shirt she left in her chair, threw it outside of his office, before sitting down back at his desk and returning to his typing. This time, he added he condition of the other man to file for a divorce in order to secure their treaty.

Xanxus

There was nothing more amusing to Xanxus than someone trying to cozy up to him to climb up the social mafia ladder. He’s had men and women throw themselves at him multiple times throughout his entire life and he’s always used and thrown them away before they could do anything. They were his toys, they were the ones who chose to play with fire.

However, this time it was just annoying. The woman practically ground her hips against his side, hoping to elicit some carnal reaction from him. Useless really, he wasn’t in the mood. Even if he was, he had an S/O he knew would be happy to take care of him. Pregnancy hormones were a blessing sometimes.

Xanxus didn’t do anything to tell her off, but he didn’t encourage her either. It wasn’t bothering him at all, just a mild annoyance that would surely tire of his lack of reaction and reciprocation.

The entire night, she had plastered herself to him. It was beyond annoying now, it was down right irritating. He could feel the woman’s lips on his cheek and his neck, biting at his ear. It was funny to see how desperate she was for his dick, for a higher position in the mafia world.

It was when she tried to palm him between his pants that drew the line.

Tired of playing games, Xanxus roughly shoved the woman off of him. He watched as she fell to the floor with a shriek, her eyes flashing with anger. “What is your problem?”

He stared back at her, not amused and with disgust lacing his voice, “Nothing. I don’t like it when trash try to hang off of me.”

She stood up, huffing and fixing her bra through her outfit without a care of who was watching. “I was trying to offer you something. Figured your pregnant bitch wouldn’t put out and thought you might need someone to warm your bed.” The woman scowled at him, her face distorting ugly. “I guess you’re pretty happy with your hand.”

Xanxus lazily took out his gun and pointed it at her head, watching her freeze in place. “One - you’re trash. Two - trash like you shouldn’t say a damn thing out the woman carrying my child. Three - we have plenty of sex, most definitely better than anything you can try to give.” He used the barrel of his gun to push her down to the floor, the fear in her eyes getting his blood boiling.

Damn, he hopes his pregnant lover was ready for a long night.

He pulled out his wallet and threw a couple of bills at the woman on the floor. “Here, this is probably more than what you would get in a night out standing on the corner. I’ll be sure to tell my men about you if they’re interested for a romp.”

[mafiabosstsuna]

Dark!Dino scenario please

✔️{Complete}✔️

// This idea of Dino wanting to secretly be seen as one of the, if not the the, most powerful mafiosos has always intrigued me //

~Admin Reborn~

“Congratulations Dino!”

The echoing cheer was simply music to his ears. It was a reminder that no one could compete with him. Maybe not even Tsuna, he thought confidently.

“Well boss?” A voice nearby asked. “What’s our next step?”

“We attack the Mariches.” Dino stated proudly. “We have a lot of power now, so it shouldn’t be any problem.”

“That is a bad idea, young Dino.” Another voice spoke up, one filled with more wisdom than the previous.

It belonged to Don Xote, a retired cartel leader. Although he had been revered as one of the most powerful mafiosos of his time, the job had simply become too much for him, and had recently announced his retirement. Don Xote had entrusted nearly 50% of his cartel’s future to Dino. Before fully retiring however, he still insisted on offering his advice to the future leaders, one being the Chiavarone Famiglia boss.

“And why is that?” Though he appreciated Don Xote’s advice, Dino still couldn’t help but feel annoyed at being babied. It was already a given that he would inherit leadership, if only half, of the Don’s cartel, so clearly that meant that he was ready. Right?

“If we fall onto those people now, then their remaining lackeys will want revenge. Don’t forget that we were they’re working together with the government too. Attacking them would mean attracting attention from two different sources. It’s not worth it, Dino.”

The old man’s words had a very reasonable logic behind them, but the power-hungry mafioso was too ambitious to notice it.

“If we don’t do something about them now, then they may gain the upper hand in this drug war,” Dino argued. “We need to eliminate as many enemies as we can now before it’s too late.”

Don Xote gave the younger man a long stare before finally speaking. “But why eliminate them? Mariches and his men are powerful and honorable. It would be wise to have them as our allies, not dead.”

“Honor isn’t going to win this war,” Dino insisted. A glare was held between the two before Romario spoke up.

“Let’s just focus on our winnings for now, shall we?” He gave a tight smile, trying in vain to relieve the tension. No more words were spoken, everyone turning back to their food and drinks. Wisdom and youth, however, would soon clash, with the resulting consequences being grave.

“Group A will provide the distraction while Group B will move in and eliminate the outer guards. Next, Group C will…”

“Dino!”

The harsh voice interrupted the battle strategy that the Chiavarone boss had been explaining to his men. Dino didn’t need to turn around to see who it was. Instead he merely spoke while still proceeding to move the chess pieces on the map around. “Why Don Xote, how nice of you to join us. I thought you wanted none of this?”

“I came here because Romario told me what you were up to.” The old man maneuvered himself to Dino’s side. “I already told you that this is a bad idea. If you continue to do this, then I will demote from cartel leader. Don’t even think you’ll get anywhere near my men or supplies.”

The blonde’s head snapped up, fury raging in his eyes. “Don’t you dare. It’s because of me the Chiavarone Famiglia is the way it is now. You won’t find a more suitable man than me to take over for you!” With each sentence his voice increased in volume.

“Indeed, but I will not have an irresponsible, blind, and selfish fool take my place. Besides, remember that I have another man who will be taking half of the cartel. Perhaps I shall give it all to him.”

Dino pursed his lip. No way. No fucking way. He had worked hard for this opportunity. Endless, restless nights of work, hours upon hours of work. All for this? No! He screamed internally. I won’t allow my hard work to go to waste!

He cleared his throat. “Everyone, please leave. And send in Romario.” The men glanced at each other nervously before heading out the door, a few throwing glances over their shoulders. Once the two heads were left alone, Dino resumed his argument. “I have earned your place. You will not take it from me.”

“I am not taking anything away young Dino.” Don Xote spoke with a note of tiredness in his voice. “It is you who is throwing everything away. Do you not realize how much of a pointless risk you will be taking by going after Mariches? Can you really not notice it?”

“What I notice is an excellent opportunity to increase our power. If we take down Mariches, then we will be feared. And since you want more allies, what better way to recruit them than by exhibiting our strength in such a way?”

The old man shook his head. “No, Dino, no. It will only send the wrong message, believe me.” He gave him a solemn look. “I have been there before.”

“Well, times have changed!” The Chiavarone mafioso was starting to lose his patience, and with it, his calmness. “Your old ways won’t work in this age’s mafia world. Just leave it to me.” He felt confident. If he could prove himself, then no doubt his place in the cartel was secured. Maybe even the entirety would belong to him. But one glance at the Don’s face told him otherwise.

“No, young Dino. It is a grave mistake. If you cannot see what you lack, then I cannot see a reason to pass on my leadership to you. I apologize, but our business together ends here.” Don Xote turned to leave.

Something inside Dino snapped. Flashbacks flickered in his mind. He saw himself slouched over his desk, memorizing information on several enemies. He saw himself moving chess pieces, discussing with Romario the different ways to take on different enemies. And then he saw a face. Mine? He thought, but then the image became clear. It was Tsuna’s. One by one his Vongola Guardians became visible. I’ll be surpassed by him even more…

Red blinded his vision. “You will not take this away from me!” Dino shouted. He launched himself, hands wrapping around the old man’s frail neck. Despite having been caught off guard, the Don quickly managed to whirl around and grab hold of Dino’s arms. He attempted to push himself free, but to no avail.

With a strong pull Dino caused both himself and the older man to almost fall over. He steadied them both, shoving Don Xote against the wall, hands still wrapped around his neck. It provided a more threatening hold. Unfortunately, he underestimated his bravery. “You may take my place in my cartel, but you will always remain a fool!”

“Be quiet,” Dino whispered. He was no fool. He had gotten the Chiavarone Famiglia out of its financial crisis. A fool couldn’t do that, could he?

“Your inner selfishness will bring about your downfall, and to those around you. Vongola is a just as much of a fool to have you on his side!”

“Be quiet,” Dino repeated, louder this time. The Don was spewing lies, of course. If he really was selfish, then he wouldn’t have been the winning candidate for a high ranking place in the cartel. Right?

“You will remember my face, Dino! When you attack Mariches you will see my face… when you strike your other enemies down… and when you aid Vongola… I will haunt you…”

“Be quiet!” Dino screamed his command this time. “Your face will not follow me anywhere! It won’t! It can’t!” He shook his head, blond locks whirling around. He would prevail. He would become the greatest leader of the cartel. He would prove himself to Don Xote.

After a while he red had started to fade away. He hadn’t even noticed how heavy his breathing had gotten or that he had closed his eyes. Opening them, he quickly drew his breath in, frozen in terror. The sight before him was menacing.

Don Xote laid still, arms at his sides. His mouth was slightly opened, saliva slowly drooling out. His eyes were shut closed. The look on his dead face was anything but peaceful.

Dino drew himself back, not realizing that throughout the whole fight, his hands had kept unconsciously tightening around the Don’s throat, preventing him his last breaths. Then that meant…

A noise from startled him from behind. Quickly turning he saw Romario, mouth opened in a silent gasp. He managed to regain his composure long enough to whisper his confusion, “What happened?”

Dino stood up slowly. His legs felt weak, but he had no time to tend to himself. “The Don had a heart attack.”

“Wha–”

“The man had a heart attack,” Dino repeated, fully turning to look Romario in the eye. “He had a heart attack and collapsed.” He moved closer, daring his right hand man to object. “Right?”