1. Chapter 1 (1/2)

title: good famiglia

author: eeevee

rating: t

disclaimer: don't own

reborn, don't have any money anyway.

dedication: j, it

wasn't exactly what you asked for, but i've learned to just go

with the evil plot bunnies…

gokudera paced the

halls as he waited for that baseball freak. they were supposed to go

over to the tenth's house and the bastard was late. at this rate

that annoying little cow was going to eat all the good food the

tenth's mother was making. just the thought of his dirty,

snot-covered hands over all the food was disgusting.

"that's it!" he

snarled impatiently to himself startling a few girls walking past.

they said something and giggled, used to his outbursts. "i'll

drag him out myself!"

and so, gokudera began

his hunt.

and it was a hunt

because when he found that baseball nut, he was going to kill him. or

at the very least, he was going to stuff some dynamite down the other

boy's throat and have the satisfaction of watching him explode.

then he was going to drag his body down to the tenth's house and

they were going to have dinner.

another, more devilish,

part of him thought that it would be a waste just to incapacitated

him and drag him to dinner. he shook that moronic thought away and

blamed the low blood sugar.

after another five

minutes of fruitless searching, his already thin patience was about

ready to snap. he was, of course, by this time shouting about how the

other boy better get out here if he knew what was good for him and

threatening to do horrible things with tnt when he did come out for

being late. as the echoes died away down the deserted halls, he had

just about given up.

and he would have, too,

if that were gokudera's base nature.

unfortunately, there

seemed to have been a mule in his family tree because his lack of

success only motivated him to look harder, kicking doors as he went.

he had just about covered the third floor when it occurred to him

that there was one place he hadn't looked. but if yamamoto was

there, then he was in quite a bit of trouble.

gokudera sighed, hoping

for that moron's sake that he wasn't anywhere in the vicinity of

the school's ruler. and, no, he wasn't talking about the

principal; he was referring to the one cranky, strict hibari kyouya.

he hadn't really

become any friendlier towards people after accepting the cloud ring,

and gokudera still didn't like him. he thought hibari was seriously

a jackass and a bastard who took all the wrong things too seriously

and none of the right things seriously at all. did he mention the

prefect was a jerk? he had as much personality as a starving sewer

rat and none of the cuteness.

nearing the dragon's

den, he stopped kicking the doors as he passed. there was no need to

rile the monster any more than necessary. in fact, he was only going

to peek in and make sure the moron wasn't in trouble or anything.

yup, that was all he was going to do. and if there was no trouble, he

was giving up and going on without the baseball nut. hell, for all he

knew, yamamoto was already at the tenth's.

but he knew that

yamamoto never failed to show up to walk him over there. at first he

really thought the other boy was trying to piss him off, but then he

realized that, maybe, just maybe, they were friends. of course, that

didn't stop him from being irritated to hell at the moron when he

did something vexing, nor did it stop him from trying to force feed

some serious gunpowder either. it was actually kind of nice, as

gokudera, despite his posturing, wasn't big on being alone. he

spent his life surrounded by people yet being alone. that's why the

tenth and the family had become so important to him.

a low groan caught his

sharp ears and he paused, undecided. it really could just be some

poor sap hibari decided to use as target practice.

creeping along quietly,

all the while telling himself he was not afraid of hibari's

wrath and that he was just being cautious, he finally reached the

doorframe. sliding his fingers up in his clothes, he tugged gently on

the tubes nestled in their holders. it wouldn't hurt to be prepared

if something did go down.

wishing there was some

other part of his body that contained his eyes, he slowly peered

around the corner.

what he saw knocked him

out of conscious thought. well, there was plenty of thoughts flying

around in a panic, in a rage, in a… a… well, anyway, a lot of

thoughts. and they were all colliding and screaming. his eyes were

burning and he whipped back around the wall with his back holding him

up and his fingers clutching the explosives so hard his knuckles were

white.

the first thought to

make it out of the melee was: i'll kill him.

except he didn't know

which him he wanted to kill. whether he actually had the

capacity to kill either of them was questionable, but he wasn't

thinking about that at the moment.

making a grab at his

hair-trigger temper, he attempted to reason things out. didn't

shamal always chide him for jumping into things like a dum-dum? he

needed to… cool it. not. kill. anyone.

the groans from the

other room, however, were making it hard to concentrate on keeping

his temper in check. they were getting louder.

this had to be a