Edamame Soybeans:: Chapitre 2

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Rating: T+

Genre: Comedy/Action

Pairings(if you squint): 5927, 6996

(Extended)Summary: AU. In a world where the mafia has never interfered with Dame-Tsuna's life...he grows up to be a soybean farmer. In the quiet suburbs of Namimori, Japan, Sawada Tsunayoshi owns a small plot of land in which he grows and sells soybeans, and other various crops. He had been leading a calm, uneventful life for 21 years...until one day, a mysterious stranger with a yellow striped fedora shows up at his front door. Then and there, Dame-Tsuna knows: his peaceful life has come to an end.

Edamame Soybeans!

The room was filled with an awkward silence, as the two men sat opposite each other. The man in the striped fedora(1), whose name had not been revealed yet, glared at the 21 year-old Tsunayoshi, who was nervously averting his eyes to the floor. In the mind of the young brunet, Tsunayoshi, time could not have been passing by any slower. The brunet glanced up at the clock. A total of 12 seconds had passed. He resisted the great urge he had to face-palm.

Edamame Soybeans!

((Tsuna's POV))

Ah...this is bad. I feel like crawling in a hole..., I thought to myself. I continued to sit in uncomfortable silence, staring at the floor. Seconds suddenly felt like hours to me, as I felt sweat run down my back. Was there such a thing as being raped by eyes? Those would be the perfect words to describe what I was feeling at this moment.

Should I make conversation with him? I should at least get to know his name right? I mean, a total stranger...who...suddenly barged...into my house... Why did that only begin to sound suspicious as I thought about it?,?,?(2) Didn't the situation seem as if a burglar were about to rob my house? ...It seriously took everything I had not to face-table this time.

I should really break this silence...the way things are going, I'm going to be late to see Irie-san take off!

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Tsuna gulped and took a deep breath. "Uhm, excuse–!"

"Shut up," the man spat out, as his glare intensified.

"H-hiiee! I'm sorry!" the brunet screamed. He huddled himself in a corner of the couch and begin to cower in fear.

"...You really are as pathetic as the profile says. I would have thought that 7 years would be a big gap, but you haven't changed at all, Dame-Tsuna!" the man in the striped fedora chided.

"Eh? H-how do you know my name? And who are you anyways?" Tsuna asked in response.

"Reborn," the man replied. He took a card out of his front pocket, and tossed it onto the table. The brunet hesitantly picked up the card. Reborn, it read, Occupation: Professional Hitman, Contact:–

There was more to the card, but Tsunayoshi stopped reading as his brain processed the words, Occupation and Hitman.

"...Hiiieeee!" the misfortunate farmer let out a scream more terrifying than ever before. It was to be expected, after all. I mean, he was talking to a hitman for goodness sake! "Please don't kill me," Tsuna whimpered. He crawled onto the floor and bowed down in forgiveness.

"Tch. How could this scrawny-ass guy be related to the Primo?" Reborn muttered. "Hey, get up," he commanded to the brunet.

"Y-yes! As you wish, sir!" Tsuna yelped obediently. He rose up onto the couch, and sat, his back erect.

"Look, you. You probably don't believe this as much as I don't believe it, but," the hitman took a pause, "you are the heir to the great Vongola Family, one of the most powerful mafia families in the world." Tsuna's mouth hung agape as the hitman's words registered in his head. And then, the almond-haired farmer proceeded to faint.

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The fierce-eyed hitman, Reborn, glanced down at the watch on his hand. It read 9:52 p.m. Next to the great mafioso, and by next I mean 5 meters, lay a scrawny-looking brunet, who was curled up, sleeping soundly. Oh boy, did Reborn want to shot a hole in the kid's head. But if it was true that this wimp was actually Vongola Primo's heir, then Reborn didn't want to risk it.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Reborn stared at his watch again. 9:55 p.m. Well, he had waited long enough for the boy to come to his senses. A green chameleon crawled up to the hitman's shoulder from behind. It leapt onto Reborn's finger and started to glow, turning into a giant green hammer. Reborn raised the hammer high up, and brought it down with the force of a herd of elephants– right onto Tsuna's head.

"Iiiiiyaaa! Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-owwww! That hurts like heck!" Tsuna yelped in pain. The brunet rubbed his head, a tear forming in his eye. His thoughts were muddled. What exactly was he doing before falling asleep? "Ah! Shoot! What time is it?" he asked. Tsuna had just remembered– he had to meet Irie!

"Hah? Who do you think you're talking to, failure of a human being!" a voice bellowed. Wham! Tsuna fell face-first, his lips meeting passionately with the cold, hard floor.

"Hey, that seriously hurts! Would you quit i– AH," the brunet suddenly stopped. His mouth hung agape, memories flooding back into the small brain of his. "...Hiieee! H-hitman-san, I mean -sama, I mean -dono, I-I mean, O HITMAN KAMI-SAMA! Please don't kill me! I'm sorry!" The "hitman kami-sama" felt his left eye twitch, as he grimaced at the young brunet's idiocy.

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"Alright," Reborn said, "now that you've calmed down, Dame-Tsuna, should we continue where we left off?" Tsuna felt sweat run down the back of his neck, but he merely gulped and nodded, afraid of angering the hitman any further. Reborn sighed heavily. Was it possible he felt more stressed out talking to this idiot than when he was assigned to obliterate a team of 5-star assassins? Yes. Yes it was.

"I'll make this short and simple, just for that minuscule-sized brain of yours. You are the tenth generation heir to the prestigious Vongola Family, one of the strongest mafia families in the world." Tsuna froze. He felt as if he would pass out again, but he kept himself awake, eyes and ears wide-open, out of fear. The impatient hitman glared at the lowly farmer, expecting him to pass out at any moment. Surprisingly, Tsuna held still for 3 minutes. He(Tsuna) proceeded to take a big breath.

He looked up, straight into the hitman's eyes, and declared, "I think you've made a mistake."

Reborn felt a vein on his forehead twitch.

"Care to explain?" the hitman asked.

"Uhm, well, look, there's no way I can be heir to a mafia family! I mean, you said it yourself right? I'm Dame-Tsuna! Useless and good for nothing! So I'm thinking, maybe you just have the wrong name or something?" Reborn sighed. It felt like he was being interviewed by a little kid, who would keep asking more questions after he answered.

"Look, I would have been ecstatic if I had mistaken you for someone else, perhaps someone smarter, stronger, and more self-capable, but the truth is this. You are the true heir, even though you are useless. Seven years ago, you were supposed to begin your training to become a real mafia boss, but a mistake was made with the documents. Apparently, the ninth-generation, in dire need of glasses, had mistaken your name for another.

"You'd think that 7 years is too long of a time to be brooding over such a mistake, especially since the chosen kid has become much more capable than you already. But it's not for any of us to decide. According to the Vongola rules, written by the founder of Vongola, the bosses of the Vongola require a blood relation to the bosses or guardians who have served in the family before. And you, Dame-Sawada Tsunayoshi, are a blood relative of the first generation boss, Vongola Primo. The other person, however, is not. But since it has been such a long time gap, it would be unfair to take the current candidate and remove him. Thus, the ninth has issued out a competition.

"You, Sawada Tsunayoshi, must find 6 guardians of your own and train, and go up against the current candidate for Vongola Decimo! And to do that, I have been called here to take you to Italy!"

And with that, Tsuna passed out, once again.

(1) The Man with the Yellow Hat...[Curious George!]

(2) Fanfiction won't allow multiple ?s or !s, so I separated them with commas. It looks odd, but I really just wanted emphasis on that moment.

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Preview for the Next Chapter!

→ This kid...this kid is the person that, as of now, I want to kill the most!

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A/N: So, did you guys enjoy that chapter? I hope so! ^^ Now, time to reply to reviews~~

riceboxx: thanks for reviewing, glad you like the story!

A K A T S U K I - Y U M E: yess, yes, I shall change his description to orange-head. XD

Hmm...the importance of this title? ...Uh. I usually base titles on the story's plot, or any relevance to the story. Hope you stick around and thanks for reviewing! :)

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Reader: Eh? Really? "Boiled Soybeans Soybeans..." It sounds funny! xD I really shouldn't get credit for spelling like this, because, actually, I just saw this on a box in the fridge. /brick'd/ Thanks for the review!

Taira-keimei: ...Actually the fate of this whole story rests on a box of those soybeans. Ahahahahaha– no. Forget I said anything. Thanks for reviewing~

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