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A series of small snippets that is like an imagination of how I would change some canon events for thread/characterization rework purposes for @signorinavongola's verse. Guest muses of mine: Hibari, and Haru, mainly. Mostly manga-centric but may have taken some inspo from anime. I did write a bit of some other characters I don't personally muse, so excuse if they seem off.

Word count: 6,400+ [made an edit somehwere and am too lazy to get an accurate word count]

[No chapter number. New conent: Reborn meets Yamamoto before he meets Tsuna for the first time]

“Oi, kid! Watch out!” Reborn suddenly emerged from some bushes he was using as cover as he was making his way to the Sawada household.

A ball was quickly approaching, and transforming the chameleon on his hat into a catching mitt, the child catches the ball with each, much to the surprise of the person. Reborn himself was quite impressed by the weight behind the ball he felt when he caught it.

‘This guy has quite the throwing arm.’

“Wow, you caught that? You’re impressive, little guy! Sorry about that, normally people aren’t in this area at this time of day.” Yamamoto admits.

“I’m a talented guy. Are you practicing your pitches?” Reborn asks, quite curious to see just how skilled this guy was. He looked to be around the same age as his future charge. He had to cut Dino’s education short in favor of raising the next 10th generation Vongola boss.

Seeing as he was practicing in a park nearby the Sawada household… there was a chance they were schoolmates.

“Yeah, I’m on the baseball team and I’m always practicing hard to not let my team down. We aim for Koshien, after all!” Yamamoto grins with pride.

There was some time before he had to arrive at the Sawada household. He was intending to observe her for a bit before starting the home tutor plan anyways, so killing some time with this kid wouldn’t be a problem.

“I can catch some pitches for you. Show me what you got.” Reborn tosses the ball back to the guy. “You can call me kid for now. If you learn my name, I’d have to kill you.” Was this part of his dry humor or was he being serious? Hard to tell with Reborn, sometimes.

Yamamoto takes it as a joke and laughs. “Sure, I’ll call you kiddo then! The names Yamamoto Takeshi by the way. Are you really going to be okay to catch some of my pitches?”

Reborn waves the green catching mitt in his hand. “I caught your first pitch, didn’t I? Stop asking stupid questions and get ready.”

“Aye aye!”

[No chapter number. New conent: Reborn continued to catch some of Yamamoto’s pitches in secret without Tsuna or anyone knowing.]

Reborn was sure of it after a couple of encounters. Yamamoto Takeshi was a guy of talent. His athleticism was impressive, and he had a pleasant personality.

A talented athlete and a pleasant personality was a formula for a popular guy, and that could only help Tsuna who was a ‘no good’ who had virtually no friends.

Having done a background check on the guy, Reborn found out that Yamamoto and Tsuna went to the same school, and that his father was a user of the Shigure Souen Ryu sword style. From his investigation, Yamamoto didn’t learn the swordstyle in favor of prioritizing his love for baseball.

More and more Yamamoto was starting to stand out as a candidate for a member of Tsuna’s future famiglia.

SIGH

“You see, I’ve had to travel a long way to help raise someone on the request of an old friend of mine.” Reborn starts to speak a little bit about himself, knowing that in doing so, he could catch Yamamoto’s attention.

He was a friendly guy, so befriending others was just second nature to him. Learning about someone was the easiest way to make new friends!

“Yeah? Where did you travel from, kiddo?”

“From Italy. I can see that my work is cut out for me, but I can see the potential she has.” Having faith in Giotto’s line, Tsuna had to have the potential.

Look at Iemitsu, after all. He was a force to be reckoned with, so there had to be some potential in Tsuna that would lead her to be an exemplary mafia boss in the future.

Yamamoto couldn’t imagine why someone would travel all the way from Italy to ‘raise’ someone. Maybe he meant something else? Bringing someone all the way from Italy must be expensive, and he didn’t think anyone in the immediate area would have the funds to do such a thing.

“What, are you a part of the mafia?” Yamamoto jokes because of Reborn’s penchant for always wearing suits and being from Italy. You know, those Godfather kinda movies? That’s the kind of vibe Reborn gave off.

“Exactly.”

EH?

Yamamoto dropped the ball that he was idly tossing up and down to stare at Reborn in shock. Was Reborn really a part of the Italian mafia? He came all the way here… to JAPAN to raise someone? That had to be a really big deal then, right?

“Ah… why are you raising someone? It couldn’t be something like finding a long-lost Don or something, right? That’d be like a movie.”

“Close. You’re intuitive.” Even though he knew that Yamamoto was just joking, it was impressive that he somehow got it right. Yamamoto gave off an idiotic vibe, but he wasn’t an idiot. It was clear that he simply used all of his time to focus on baseball.

That kind of drive was impressive and a desired trait for a guardian. Someone who could keep focus was important. If he could move some of that loyalty to baseball to his boss, then Tsuna would be safer from attack—and betrayal.

“She is going to be a future mafia don, and she’s been fighting me every step of the way about it.” Reborn sighs, a bit for dramatic effect to catch Yamamoto’s attention. “She has so much potential that she’s wasting, what a shame. I want for her to make more friends, ones who wouldn’t be afraid of her background.”

Yamamoto was all for making new friends, but there were obviously some circumstances to consider. What school did she go to, how far away did she live, did she even want to make friends with someone like him, etc?

It would be more convenient if they went to the same school, but considering how the kid didn’t give much else information about his charge, it was clear that he was being secretive for a reason.

‘Guess that makes sense, if she’s a future mafia boss, the less people who know, the better, right?’ It made all the more sense why the kid had yet to reveal his name yet. Knowing the name of the next mafia boss’s teacher was big information.

“Right, I think she goes to your school. She’s a good kid, not meant to be a mafia boss.” Reborn laments with another (fake) sigh. It was true that Tsuna wasn’t a good fit for the mafia as things stood now, but he was confident in his ability to raise good mafia bosses.

Look at Dino, he was a great student… if you ignore the fact that he’s useless if his famiglia isn’t around. Tch. It would’ve been fine if he had more time to train him.

Well, that’s history. He’ll be fine in time.

“Why does she have to be a mafia boss then? Can’t someone else take the job?” Yamamoto couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity.

“She’s the only one left who can take on the role. Every other candidate died. She’s our last hope, so I’ve been sent to protect her and raise her to be the next mafia boss.�� It was a bit risky to reveal this information, but the results should outweigh the risks.

This Yamamoto guy seemed to be a righteous fellow. Knowing that a girl had no way out of a situation that was forced upon her and her life could be in trouble… it would stir something in him.

Chivalry never died, and he could tell that Yamamoto was worried by the way his eyebrows furrowed with the news.

“It’s that dangerous for her, huh?” The kid said that she went to the same school as him… so they should be around the same age, give or take 2 or 3 years. He couldn’t imagine a girl around his age being forced to train to be a mafia boss at such an age.

The fact that all the other candidates died was also worrying him, to know that she might be targeted next.

“If… fate has it so we cross paths, hopefully I can help you look after her. Maybe we can be friends.” It would be hard for him to do if he didn’t know her identity, though.

Reborn smiles. Excellent, all according to plan. He’s gotten Yamamoto somewhat interested in joining the mafia for Tsuna’s benefit. “Thanks. We won’t force you into anything.”

Tsuna wouldn’t tolerate it if another person was forced into the mafia against their will and he didn’t want to act against her wishes.

Still, it was good enough that Yamamoto was willing to consider helping out, even if a little bit.

“Alright, you rested enough. Let’s practice your swings next. Let’s see if you improved from the last time.”

“Yes sir!”

[Chapter 4- Gokudera attitude change towards Tsu-chan]

It was only just a day and the new transfer students attitude towards Tsuna changed. It was like night and day with him starting off by kicking over her desk and now…

“Good morning, Juudaime!” The guy suddenly bows respectfully towards her. The whole class is understandably shocked by this change in development.

Yamamoto couldn’t help but think that the way this Gokudera guy was acting now was almost like… a dog? Maybe something like a Lonewolf who decided that it was okay with joining your pack.

Hearing some of the hushed whispers around him, he notes that it was mostly coming from the girls. Probably the jealousy. The girls had banded together and made a fanclub for Gokudera within a day and some girls were already seething with jealousy over how Gokudera was pouring all his attention into Tsuna.

The athlete makes a mental note that he may look out for her for a while, just to make sure that the girls wouldn’t go too far with their jealousy. The hazing or the bullying that some girls go through because of guys wasn’t new to him, but it wasn’t something he liked.

It may have been the reason why his own fans were more tame in comparison to Gokudera’s fans. They knew that he wouldn’t like underhanded methods and getting caught put you on the fastest track of Yamamoto having a bad opinion of you for the rest of… well… forever!

‘Ah… so Gokudera doesn’t have a filter when getting mad at girls, does he?’ Yamamoto mentally laughs to himself at how the transfer student was getting peeved at the girls. ‘Maybe he’s sensitive to attention? Could be that he’s just crabby 24/7. He needs to get more calcium in his diet.’

This Gokudera Hayato guy is real interesting. A real funny guy.

With that, it made Tsuna interesting as well, considering it only took a day for the two to become friends…?

‘Juudaime, huh? I wonder… is the girl that kiddo is training, Tsuna?’

[Ch. 5 So I did discuss it before that the rooftop scene would have to change for several reasons, but it could be kept if we take into the account that I changed how Reborn and Yamamoto met. Seeing as he knows that Reborn is tutoring Tsuna and trying to make her into a mafia boss, and how he says that she has potential, Yamamoto has the understanding that she has secret skills. He thinks that she is hiding her potential and therefore may understand some of his struggles with baseball. As such, he could still ask her casually about some advice, and that leads him to overtraining himself and hurting his arm.

We talked about how Tsu-chan can save him when he accidentally falls from the rooftop as it happened in canon. This will solidify his interest in Tsu-chan and have him gain respect for her because of her willingness to go that distance for someone. It’s not easy for people to jump in to save another person at the risk of your own life, so he would respect her for that.

Additionally, seeing that her… clothes… yeah, after the dying will bullets are used on her, he’d probably cover her with his jacket and lead her to the nurses office so she can get changed into any spare clothes that she probably has with her (maybe a spare outfit, or gym clothes).

This would be very Tsuna conversation heavy and I won’t godmod a muse’s speech, so I chose to write a synopsis instead.]

[Ch.10 Slight change in how Yamamoto reacts to meeting Reborn for the ‘first time’ due to changes in this verse]

“Hey, Gokudera… what’s up with calling me out and having a silent stare down?” Yamamoto still wasn’t very well acquainted with Gokudera yet, but he would answer to summons because curiosity got the best of him.

He was called out to the field by Gokudera, not knowing it was because Gokudera was somehow unsatisfied with Reborn’s plans to add Yamamoto to the roster of Tsuna’s guardians.

“Dude, you should have some milk. Ill temper is usually caused by a lack of calcium.” Yamamoto truly thought he was giving Gokudera some helpful advice, telling him to consume more calcium. It should help him with his temper.

Before Gokudera could even react by lighting his dynamites, Tsuna arrives with Reborn in tow.

“Ciaossu.”

“Yo, kiddo.” Yamamoto glances between Reborn and Tsuna. He’d had his suspicions but they weren’t confirmed until now. “I thought so, Tsuna is your charge you’re raising, huh?”

“That’s right. You said you’d be willing to be her friend and help out when you could.” Reborn answers calmly, ignoring whatever Tsuna and Gokudera had to say. He saw the potential in Yamamoto, and he wasn’t going to give up on having him join the famiglia for Tsuna’s sake.

Not only that, a healthy dose of competitive spirit between guardians promoted good growth, so having someone who could make Gokudera feel threatened was for the best. If he doesn’t continue to hone his skills and better himself, then the right hand position could easily go to the amicable and skilled, Yamamoto Takeshi.

There was indeed methods to his madness.

Gokudera was still strongly against Yamamoto joining the famiglia while Tsuna was mostly confused about how Yamamoto and Reborn knew eachother, but when did he ever need to explain himself to her?

Just like he would with Lambo, he ignored her questions in favor of putting Yamamoto (and Tsuna) to the test. It’s important to not only test his skills but to also see how well he can work in tandem with Tsuna.

“You did say that I have the option of backing out if I want to, right?” Yamamoto confirmed with the arcobaleno.

“That’s right.”

Well, Reborn didn’t have any intention of letting Yamamoto go. If the guy starts having doubts, Reborn had his ways of making the guy change his mind, so that he’ll never want to back out. It wouldn’t be a lie in that case.

Reborn hops onto Yamamoto’s shoulder, “Tsuna is my charge, the 10th head of the famiglia. Gokudera is a subordinate.”

“Sounds good, count me in for now.”

“Good. First thing’s first, time for the famiglia entrance test.”

[Ch.11 Haru’s introduction chapter- which obviously has to change because of the premise of them being childhood friends who were apart for a bit of time due to school and other reasons]

One morning, Reborn and Tsuna were strolling to school as they normally would in the morning, but they get stopped by a familiar voice (to one of them).

“Hold it! Haru had been observing you for some time now, and Haru needs answers. Tsu-chan, when did you have a new brother and not tell me about it?” She should know how much Haru adored children, so not telling her about a new brother… sacrilege! A betrayal! So mean-desu!

Not only that, “Haru also noticed you play mafia all the time. What kind of bad games are you playing with such a young child, Tsu-chan? Are you being forced into it by some of the neighboring kids?” Though it’s been some time since they last met, Haru and Tsuna were still childhood friends and she liked to believe she understood her friend well.

This wasn’t a kind of game that she would play with a kid, so there had to be a reason behind it. Maybe she was being bullied into it. If her friend needed someone who would sternly tell the bullies ‘no, we won’t play a game that is a bad influence on kids’ she’ll do it! She’ll be the first to volunteer!

“If you’re struggling to tell the bullies to stop playing the mafia game, Haru will do it for you to stop playing such a dangerous game with the baby.”

Reborn decides to act in Tsuna’s stead. “First off, I’m Tsuna’s tutor. It’s my job to raise Tsuna to be the 10th boss of the mafia. I cannot be separated from her until then.”

“… You’re taking the game too far! Tsu-chan, I can’t believe you!” As always, Haru was a firecracker when she was angered. She always acts or talks first and only when she’s calmed down would she listen.

Her phone beeps, and she quickly says her farewells before heading to school.

[New content alert!: Yamamoto consulting with Tsuna after noticing something is off about her]

“Hm? You had a fight with a friend?” Yamamoto couldn’t think of any friends Tsuna had in class aside from himself and Gokudera.

He listens to her recount what happened and the history that she had with her friend. So she had a ‘fight’ with her childhood friend. “To me, it just sounds like she misunderstood the situation because she doesn’t know the full details.”

Understandably, Tsuna didn’t have many friends, so it must be scary to think that she could lose one of her only friends. From what Tsuna had to say about this Haru girl, she seemed to be a smart and friendly person.

She had strong convictions and she was always ready to get mad at bullies on her behalf. Tsuna was worried about Haru finding out about how she is at school, so she put some distance between them. It worked out because as first years in middle school, they were busy adjusting to a new school.

“I dunno her, but from what you had to say about your Haru friend, she sounds like a good person who cares a lot about you.” Haru didn’t seem to care that Tsuna wasn’t the smartest, nor the most athletic. “I think, if you tried to talk to her again, she’d be willing to listen to you.”

This Haru girl liked Tsuna for her personality, so she should be willing to listen after her initial anger wears off. Surely she’d be willing to listen once she cools off? That’s Yamamoto’s theory, anyways.

He pats Tsuna’s shoulder, comfortingly. “How about this? I’ll get up earlier to walk with you to school tomorrow. I can give you support as you talk to her tomorrow, okay?”

Yamamoto Takeshi, the best support.

[Back to regular scheduled programming. Haru confronts Tsuna and Yamamoto at the bridge]

“Good morning. It’s come to Haru’s attention that Reborn-chan is indeed a hitman and he is in fact training you to become a 10th generation mafia boss. Haru will put aside the fact she’s disappointed that you didn’t say anything to Haru.” Was she not your childhood friend?

Do childhood friends not talk to each other about important things in life? Was finding out you’re an upcoming mafia boss not big news to tell your childhood best friend? HM??? Haru would tell you if she fell in love for the first time (and it wasn’t cake)!

“If all that is true, then that means he’s been training you to be strong.” Haru has always known Tsuna to be a bit timid and weak to confrontations. She didn’t like to have fights with others and she’d much rather let things go than to confront someone.

That didn’t seem like a good quality to have for an upcoming mafia boss. Of course, Tsuna had a good heart. She cared for others and wanted things to be fair. She didn’t like to see others be hurt. That was what Haru liked about her… but… the mafia is different from her nature, isn’t it? Would she be able to fit in?

Did she have what it takes to truly be a mafia boss? (Bianchi may have ‘forgotten’ to mention that Tsuna was against being the next mafia boss and was actively trying to get out of it.)

“Haru understands that the mafia has to be strong and sometimes be cut-throat. If so, you may have to fight against old friends turned foe. Haru doesn’t want to, but-! As a friend, she will test you!” That would explain why she was wearing a suit of armor and holding a hockey stick in the morning.

Haru Miura was always so dramatic and… weird. Yamamoto was looking between Haru and Tsuna worriedly. It was good that it seemed that Haru now understood the situation, but… was Tsuna going to be okay with fighting her friend?

To him, it looked like Haru was very concerned with Tsuna and wanted to make sure her friend had the backbone necessary to be a boss. Otherwise, people would only walk over her and not respect her.

Well, that’s his theory anyways, given how she looks like she’s going to cry as she resolves herself to test her friend.

“Nyahaha! Lambo-san arrives! Reborn, I found you! DIE!” Another kid comes out of no where and throws a few grenades out.

Everyone took cover, but Haru couldn’t move so quickly with the bulky armor she had on. She was launched off the bridge and into the water below.

Surprisingly, before Yamamoto could think to react, Tsuna had already jumped into the water after her friend. It was reminiscent of how she also jumped off the rooftop to save him when he accidentally fell.

Not wanting for Reborn to shoot her with a bullet, resulting in her clothes being blown off, he jumps in right after the both of them. The armor looked heavy, so it would be too much for Tsuna to bring Haru back to safety.

He pulls the both of them to safety and helps them both dry themselves off. Haru changes into the spare clothes that she had hidden away nearby, and Tsuna changed into new clothes as well. A habit because of her clothes always being blasted off.

SNIFF

“Haru is sorry… she was just worried about you, and she was scared that you wouldn’t want to stand up for yourself if anyone disrespects you. Tsu-chan has always been too nice and timid to fight for herself.”

That was a fact that no one could deny. Haru had a pretty good understanding of her friend. She wasn’t well suited to be a mafia boss, but it didn’t seem like there was a choice in the matter.

“Haru thought that she could give you some of her own fighting spirit, you know? Maybe then you’ll be able to handle things… but… Haru sees that you do have a lot of bravery that you show in your own way. Thank you for jumping in after her, Tsu-chan.” Haru smiles, feeling proud of her friend.

She jumped in so soon after Haru was blown off the bridge, so she must not have hesitated. That took a lot of courage to do, and if she had that much courage… surely she’d be fine even if she had to be a mafia boss.

“Haha, I’m just glad that things turned out okay in the end. Usually, Tsuna goes into this crazy wild mode and her clothes go missing, leaving her in her underwear.” Yamamoto explains why he jumped in after the both of them so that Reborn wouldn’t have to act.

“Hahi! Your clothes disappear? That’s no good! If only your underwear survives… perhaps you could consider sportswear underneath your uniform?” That would at least offer a bit more modesty than being in only your undergarments.

She had yet another reason to be worried about her friend now. What girl would want to be found almost naked out in public where people could sneer and oogle? Not on her watch! “It’s settled,” Haru grabs Tsuna’s shoulders, “we’re going shopping this weekend. We’ll find clothes you can wear under your uniform so it’s less revealing. Haru isn’t taking no for an answer.”

The arcobaleno was watching over them chatting at the bank of the river from the bridge after having finished punishing Lambo for his stupidity.

“Hm… she looks like she’ll be a good influence on Tsuna. The necessary feminine touch she needs and a good friend to use as emotional support.” Reborn was impressed by the fact that Haru had recovered so quickly after being blown off the bridge.

Not only that, she accepted the fact that Reborn was a hitman and that Tsuna was a next generation mafia boss, but she still confronted her friend. That took a lot of guts. “She’d be the perfect example of a strong wife to the mafia. Tsuna can learn more from her example, about her guts.”

Of course, Tsuna and Haru's situation would be different. Haru could marry a mafiosi but Tsuna would eventually marry someone into her famiglia and retain her position as the matriarch.

Still, she could learn a thing or two from Haru's guts.

Guess he was going to look into inviting Haru to more things so she can rekindle her friendship with Tsuna again.

“Juudaime! What happened? Was it an attack? Who the hell is this? Get your paws off her, woman!”

“HAHI! WHO IS THIS RUDE RUFFIAN!? Tsu-chan do you know him?” Haru hugs her friend close to her and hisses at the new person who ran up to them. “Haru is Tsu-chan’s childhood friend, you ruffian! Bother Tsu-chan and you’ll answer to Haru!” She hisses again.

It seemed that Haru and Gokudera’s tempers weren’t a very good match because they instantly started fighting with each other.

Yamamoto laughs, “Maa maa, let’s calm down. Tsuna is okay, there was a small incident earlier. Despite how he looks, Gokudera is a decent guy, you know? He’s one of Tsuna’s friends.”

Haru makes a face, to suggest she 100% did not believe Yamamoto. “Haru is okay with you being her friend… but that one… Haru isn’t so sure. He looks like a yankee.” In that moment, Haru vowed to visit Tsuna more often to make sure Gokudera wasn’t being a bad influence on her.

The day Tsuna starts smoking, gets tattoos, or anything, she was going to start a fight with this Gokudera punk.

Round two of Gokudera and Haru fighting with each other.

[Ch.16 Just a small lil thing for when they meet Hibari for the first time in reception room. Mostly to highlight a small change in some dynamics- this will be canon to my portrayal of Hibari if we do thread with Tsu-chan and Hibari.]

The trio of friends were eating their lunch atop of the rooftop, discussing how summer vacation seemed to come and go so quickly that it felt sad. Supplementary classes really didn’t help with the matter, of course.

That’s when Reborn comes in and suggests that they make some kind of a hideout for themselves. A secret base of sorts, which both Yamamoto and Gokudera were in favor of. The sun arcobaleno suggests the reception room as prime real estate for their hideout.

The view is excellent, the geographical location was convenient, and there furniture placed inside the reception were good quality.

“Hee—I didn’t know we had such a good room.” Yamamoto is the first to open the door to look in.

What he and the others didn’t know was that Hibari was already in the room, a dangerous viper ready to strike at the first sign of inconvenience or disobedience.

Still in a bad mood from the previous annoyance from before, Hibari’s patience meter was already teetering on the edge of nonexistence.

Just earlier in the day he’d had to bite a few students for thinking they could gang up against him with their numbers—but this was a lesson Hibari doled out dutifully as the disciplinary committee president.

Did they think he was the ruler of the delinquents for no reason?

“Who are you?”

Yamamoto pauses, recognizing him right away. It was understandable for Gokudera to not know of him yet, even daring to step past him. “Who is he?”

The athlete does try to stop him, “Gokudera, wait…”

“Won’t you put out your cigarette in front of the disciplinary committee president?” He was readying himself to act within a seconds. “Well, either way, I won’t let you get away.”

The tumultuous storm always had a volatile temper and he argues back, which was quickly met with Hibari snuffing out the lit cigarette with his tonfa. With his swift movements, he’d managed to cut the cigarette just shy of taking his nose along with it.

“Put it out.” The gall this student had to smoke on school grounds, and the absolute balls of steel to do so in front of him.

Quick to react, possibly due to his history of being on the streets, Gokudera jumped back.

With how swiftly Hibari acted against Gokudera, Yamamoto knew that this upperclassman was in a league entirely of his own. The reputation preceded him, a guy who would beat up anyone with his tonfas regardless of who they were.

“I really hate weak herbivorous animals that form groups. Whenever I see them, I really want to bite them to death.” It was always the weak animals that thought the answer to their problems was to band together and overpower the strong with their numbers.

Troublesome students would band together with their numbers to challenge his decrees as if they had any power over him.

Tsuna, who was behind both boys wanted to walk past them to look at the reception room herself, but both the boys were highly alert to how much of a threat Hibari was. One could simply chalk it up to chivalry or a sense of duty to protect a girl, neither of them allowed her to get past them.

Hibari had already noticed there was yet another herbivore who had yet to announce themselves to him. What coward had hidden themselves away behind the two bigger herbivores? “Which herbivore is hiding behind you?” He asks casually, which quickly ignited the tension in the room.

In particular, Gokudera was the first to react, his dynamites at the ready. No one would harm his boss while he was still standing, and Yamamoto wasn’t one to let his friend go in on his own, preferring to act as supplementary back up.

With swift movements, Hibari made quick work of Gokudera by deftly sidestepping past him and swiping him across the face with his tonfa. “One.”

Seeing his friend injured, Yamamoto is angered, easily getting into the concentration mode to allow him to dodge past some of Hibari’s attacks, that weren’t made in seriousness (not that he’d know).

Hibari made the quick assessment that Yamamoto Takeshi was the more ‘fun’ of the herbivores that dared encroach his territory. He had good speed, good reflexes, but… it was obvious to his eye that he was protecting his right hand.

Right, he was a favored member of the baseball team who had recently caused a stir within the student body with his rooftop stint. “Are you injured? You seem to be protecting your right hand.” He taunts the baseballer.

That moment of hesitation on Yamamoto’s part gave the elder student the opening to kick him into the all across the room. “Two.”

Cold eyes finally flit over to the final student standing in the doorway. A girl. One who was still in shock over how quickly he dispatched her two friends. No, perhaps they were something akin to bodyguards?

“They won’t be waking up any time soon, I made sure of that.” Hibari walks over to grab Gokudera and Yamamoto by the backs of their shirts.

There was no amusement in beating a terrified and unwilling ‘combatant’ if she could even be called such. As she’d yet to step into the reception room, she was granted amnesty in being spared from disciplinary action.

Not to say that he wouldn’t be against fighting and punishing a female if the situation called for it, but he didn’t see the need to punish someone who hadn’t explicitly warranted such an action.

Dragging both unconscious guys behind him, he walks over to the opened window. It was readily evident that he had intentions of throwing the two out the window, much to Tsuna’s aghast surprise.

Then, a baby appears suddenly, shooting the female student, to Hibari’s surprise. How a baby managed to climb to his floor was surprising enough, but to have also evade his detection until now was another thing entirely.

‘Public indecency?’

+1 to the accruing charges of trespassing, crowding, AND now stripping out of her clothing, screaming loudly about something inane. With those charges stacked against her and her rushing at him, Hibari uppercuts her chin to render her immobile in the quickest way possible.

The shock would be enough to take her out of the fight, and he’d made sure to control the output of his strength as to not crush her chin.

It may leave a bruise, however.

Turning to address the fallen boys, Tsuna gets up and smacks him twice with a slipper, taking him by surprise.

“…” Taking a moment to process what had just happened, he concludes that some herbivorous animal had bared her teeth at him and landed two hits with a rudimentary weapon- a slipper. Looks like he’d underestimated her. “Hey… can I kill you?”

“That’s enough. You’re strong after all.” The baby from before interrupts them.

“I don’t know who you are, but I’m very irritated right now. Would you sit there and wait for me?” No, not even babies would be spared from his ‘tyrannical might,’ so Hibari strikes against the arcobaleno, to only be halted.

It was one surprise after another!

A girl who surprisingly had more bite to her, and a baby who had an impressive amount of skill. “Wao. You’re amazing.”

“Let’s break things up.” Reborn reveals a bomb in his hand and it sets off, allowing Tsuna and the rest of get away safely- for now.

[Ch.22 I REFUSE to allow for them to forget about Tsuna’s birthday for the ‘comedic effect’. If Haru is childhood friends, she’s going to remember and change that. HMPH!]

“How exciting! It’s almost Reborn-chan’s birthday? Of course, Haru would love to help with the preparations for it!” Haru is enthusiastic about the invite to join in the celebrations of Reborn’s birthday.

Haru thought it was odd that Tsu-chan wasn’t the one informing her about the surprise, but then she realized that with how close their birthdays were to each other, this had to be a joint birthday celebration?

With how busy Haru was on the daily, her schedule was always very hectic, and the same could be said for Yamamoto as well who was busy with sports. They sometimes crossed paths by mere coincidence when she got out of tutoring and him out of practice.

That was likely the reason why he brought it up to her being the first one to come across her.

Looking from side to side, she ensures that Tsuna isn’t nearby for the rest of this conversation. “Ne, Haru is just asking out of curiosity, but why aren’t you talking about Tsu-chan’s birthday as well? Are you having separate celebrations?”

If so… why wasn’t she invited? RUDE!

The look of confusion on Yamamot’s face made Haru squint her eyes skeptically. Surely even Tsuna’s mother wouldn’t have forgotten her own daughter’s birthday…? Surely she brought it up at least once?

‘Maybe she’s just been so busy with caring for all the kids it slipped her mind?’

Understanding of how busy Nana could be, maybe that was the reasoning behind it… but it still didn’t sit right with her. “Well… Tsu-chan’s birthday is the day after Reborn-chan’s birthday. Planning two consecutive parties is a lot, so it would make sense to celebrate them together, right?”

Haru Miura is not one to forget important dates, and Tsu-chan’s birthday was one she always remembered every single year. If they couldn’t find the time to celebrate together in person, Haru always made sure to send a small package with a gift to the Sawada household, so it wasn’t like she’d suddenly forget for this year.

“Ah, is it?” Yamamoto laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head. He had no idea that it was also her birthday so soon. They’d only been planning the party for Reborn, but they could probably make some changes to the plan to account for Tsuna’s birthday celebrations as well.

No one would want to feel left out or forgotten, after all. Without Haru saying something, Tsuna would’ve felt disappointed or hurt by them forgetting about her.

“That’s the great thing about childhood friends, huh? You’ll make sure to have Tsuna’s back. Let’s think of some ideas to propose to the others to incorporate Tsuna as well to the plans.”

“Hahi! Haru would love that! Ah- but is Gokudera-san going to be attending the planning sessions as well…?” Haru asks quietly.

Yamamoto chuckles, noticing how easily Haru showed her emotions on her face. It was clear that she didn’t get along with him and was hoping that the answer to the question would be ‘no’.

Then again, with how often they bicker whenever they’re in the same room, it was understandable that she didn’t like him very much. “Sorry, I can try talking to him to be less of a hissing cat.”

[I decided that this is a pretty good place to stop. For the most part the rest of what goes on in the daily life arc probably stayed the same or didn’t change much for me to want to highlight it. Mostly manga-centric but I may have took some inspiration from the anime in some areas.]

#Signorinavongola #Neo drabble #Lady Boss AU #((Kinda just a lil thing I wrote for fun but to also kinda help me figure out his characterization in this verse better))#((Also is like a spoiler of sorts I suppose for you so you can see what he should be like))#((I think for the most part I've figured out the initial interactions in the daily arc))#((From there I have most of his actions/thoughts figured out I think))#((I think it's obvious to say but only Lexy is allowed to reblog this. No one else))#((Decided i'm too lazy and tired for icons. Ahaha let me rest after writing all of this in a single day))#NeoRequest Muse only

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Lexie And Happy

Part 15:

A/N: Hello again! This chapter got away from me, and there is more over share in this part, as well as a couple of visuals. I’m going to link them HERE(1), HERE(2), and HERE(3). so that they don’t get A: lost in the fic and B: in the way of the reading. I will also link the images in the story for those that don't want to look at the images before reading the fic. Again, I wish to apologize for all the run on sentences and the info dump like ramblings. I apologize in advance for the excessive word barf. Love to you all and Happy Reading!

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Tig sat on his side of the bed he and Venus shared and for the first time in days he allowed himself to just feel all the chaos. Vee knew this would happen eventually and was there for her man. Doing the best, she could to comfort him. She knew he needed to process everything over the last several days. To say utter chaos to describe things would be a massive understatement between the nightmare Lexi went through and the hell the guys were going through trying to find and save her. Vee knew all too well that both Tig and Happy were trying to squash the guilt they were feeling from Lex being taken right out from under their noses. Vee felt it too. How could have none of them been completely oblivious to someone not only breaking into Tig and Vee’s home but abducting Lexi right out from under them.

Tig told Vee figured out how the culprit managed to get by Sunny, the dog knew the guy from Lexie’s last job on the east coast. Lex was known to work it out with the owners of the garages she would work at that they would permit her to bring in Sunny with her from time to time. The owners would always agree because with Sunny being a Pittie, she seemed to keep the more gruff customers in line with just her presence in the shops and would provide Lexie, at least in theory, some form of protection from the customers that tried to mistreat Lex because she was a female mechanic. That sort of customer usually felt that since she was female, she had no business in turning wrenches on their cars that she ‘belonged either at home or in the office at the very most’. Lexie showed that sort of patron exactly why she was the one working on the cars and not making the coffee.

Tig knew all of this from the years of phone calls with his niece and willingly shared these details with Venus. Proud that he helped contribute to his niece’s love for working shoulder to shoulder with him and all the guys from the club and the friend of the club as well. All the men loved having her working with them at TM she was a sponge with it came to learning the ins and outs of all the vehicles and especially the bikes. Tig smiled proudly as he told Venus how Lexie would almost daily shock or surprise the guys by doing something they all figured she would need help with. Tig went on telling his Ole Lady how proud he was of his niece and how far she’d come from that terrified kid he took in when he lost his sister. She really hadn’t been a tough kid to raise, and he did have help from everyone in the club and all the Ole Ladies and Croweaters for the feminine influence. Mentioning that he had been thankful that Lexie’s mother had a will giving Tig custody of Lexie in the event she passed before Lex was of age to look after herself. Otherwise, she would have ended up in the system and God knows where.

This was when he started getting emotional. His voice was starting to crack, and he began to try to hide his face from view. Venus knew this was his telltale sign he was losing the battle between ‘Badass Outlaw’, that had seen more than enough to stay stone faced through everything, and a concerned uncle that knows how traumatized his niece had to be and how she had grown as a person in the manner of dealing with said trauma. Seeing lex not wanting to run this time and fighting to stay with the ones she loves. He still felt like he had left Lexie down by not stopping this from happening to her. This was all bubbling to the surface and Tig was trying to his hardest to keep his emotions in check or, since he was clearly losing that battle, at least to keep his emotional meltdown as quiet as possible.

Watching her man start to lose composure she wrapped him up in her arms and holding him to her. Murmuring to him that it was okay, to let go and get this out of his system. She did what she could to sooth her man. Vee knew that when he felt, he felt deep and that his emotional breakdowns could get intense. She continued to reassure him that Lexie did not feel that he let her down or failed her in anyway. Reminding him of the events after she was rescued and the things, she said to both him and Happy.

Vee sat with Tig and helped him through his moment of humanity for what seemed like an hour before he started to calm himself down and got himself into the PJ pants that he basically only wore with Lexie in the house as a measure to avoid exposing her to anything that should not be seen by her. That was not an experience neither of them wanted to deal with. Tig and Vee talked while they both readied themselves to get a few hours of sleep when out of nowhere they heard a loud, “SON OF A...” and then a fairly loud thud. Prompting them to both grab their respective robes and run to Lexie’s room to see what happened.

They got to her room and were met with the sight of Lex on the floor with Sunny standing over her essentially pinning Lex to the spot she landed. Both stifling a giggle at the quite comedic scene before them Tig moved to try and pick his niece up off the floor as Vee wrangled Sunny.

Tig couldn’t hide the amusement in his voice as he spoke, “How on earth did this happen?”

Lexie made an undignified face at her uncle and answered, “Well, Mister Trager. It seems one of the two of you have taught my dog a new trick. The ‘tackle Momma when she gets up off the bed’ trick. All I was trying to do was get up to grab a drink and take some more ibuprofen and she tripped me and pinned me to the spot I landed. She just stood there wagging her tail for the few seconds between me landing and you two coming in.”

Tig and Vee had to fight their laughter again as Vee told him she would go get the meds so he could try to get Lex picked up off the floor but got a glare from Lexie after losing her battle to contain her laughter followed by a ‘it’s not that funny’ from Lex.

Tig helped his niece up and told her it kinda was and swore up and down that to their knowledge Sunny learned that one on her own. Asking if she needed anything else while she was up. She nodded and mentioned about going to the bathroom while she was up and that thanks to her and Vee’s brainstorming earlier in the day, she could manage to handle the entire process on her own thanks to a make up brush cleaning mat suctioned to the side of the sink making it possible for her to wash her uncast hand by herself. Something she wishes was available when she broke her arm at 16.

Tig nodded and being the helicopter uncle, he was being, at that point in time, walked her to the bathroom, waited outside for a few minutes until Lex had finished what needed to be done and asked Tig to open the door for her. Tig opened the bathroom door and was met with Lex holding up a hand towel and her telling him that was the one part they hadn’t figured out for her to do on her own. Tig laughed and took the towel drying off her left hand. Once he had put down the towel and walked her over to her room, he kissed her on her temple asking if she was okay with just her and Sunny of if she wanted him to stay with her until she was asleep again.

Lexie shook her head and told her uncle that she was fine with just her new bodyguard. Claiming she still wanted to know who taught that dog to do that. Her uncle laughed this time as Vee came in with water and the ibuprofen that was asked for; after handing those off Vee and Tig both helped Lex get situated so that she was comfortable in her bed as well as the dog that wasn’t really in her momma’s good graces at that moment. As Sunny snuggled up against her momma and with all the excitement over with everyone returned to their beds and finally to sleep.

The hours ticked by without incident and soon morning came with the ringing of the alarms going off on the trio’s respective phones. And again, as Lexie was trying to get up out of bed only to be pinned down by Sunshine.

“Damn it Sunny, let me up! Uncle Tig, I need help and a word with that Hap. This has got to be his doing.” Lex yelled so that she knew she would be heard by the two who, from the clanking noises, were in the kitchen making coffee to start the day.

Vee made her way back with mug of coffee in had for Lex saying Tig fixed it for her knowing she’d need it to try to function in a socially acceptable way. Lex shook her head with a soft laugh again making the ‘you deck on out of line biker’ remark and gingerly got up to start her day by going to her closet and picking out a black spaghetti strap dress(1) and slipped it on once she completed her morning routine and downed her cup of coffee.

Tig helped her brushout her hair and put it up in a messy bun like he used to all those years ago. He was grateful for those moments back then and now. They helped keep him grounded in some of his loneliest moments since the time she left him and her home. Tig Trager was certainly a complex man but the things he held onto were simple things like this. He still had some issues with the fact that she left but was grateful she came home even if this was the hellish aftermath of that decision.

He smiled as his niece, “Well kiddo, I know it’s not as good as it used to be, but I am out of practice, and it has been at least fifteen years since I’ve done your hair…”

Lexie looked in a mirror and shook her head reassuring him, “It’s fine. It looks better than I could have done. And if memory serves the last hairstyle, you gave me was braided pigtails and I can promise you that crew at TM would have a field day if I rolled in with those…”

Tig laughed at his niece agreeing with her and started going over the plan for the day. Telling her that she is only going to be there for three hours max and if she felt like she needed to leave earlier that all she needed to do was say the word. Lexie nodded and agreed. She knew she wouldn’t make it much longer than that anyway and so there was no point in arguing with Tig. Vee and Tig got her out to her SUV, the vehicle for this outing as it was the bigger and more comfortable option, got her into the passenger seat as comfortable as possible, and made their way to TM.

Happy Had just finished walking Opie and was gearing up for the long day ahead of him. Through the night of tossing and turning he came to the realization that he had overreacted to Lexie wanting to try and push through her ordeal. He saw the point Tig had made and decided that he was being an overbearing overprotective ass, so he decided that he would clean himself up a bit more than he normally would for a long day of turning wrenches and getting covered in automotive fluids.

He had woken up about an hour before his alarm was set to go off upon checking the time on his phone, he made the decision to just get up and start the day. He showered and shaved and made sure he looked as close to he did when he and Lex got together as he could. The years had been mostly good to him in respect to his looks. He hadn’t changed all that much. A few new wrinkles here, added a few gray hairs in his stubble around his chin that he left there for Lex because he knew how much she enjoyed seeing him sporting that look. He also did something that he normally wouldn’t. Much like with Lexie’s shampoo that she used for special occasions solely because he loved the way it made her hair smell, he had a special bottle of after shave that he wore because she loved the way it smelled on him. He had put it away in the far back of his medicine cabinet because he would only ever wear that one for her.

He let out a heavy sigh as he looked at his watch thinking to himself that he needed to get going if he wanted to make that extra stop before going into TM. He corralled Ope and after telling him he’d see him later, he left for the day hoping his ‘I know I was an ass, please forgive me’ efforts are well received by Lexie.

Tig arrived at TM with Lexie after what seemed to her, an hour of driving, instead of the actual ten minutes. Between her being uncomfortable in her own skin and her uncle drive a maximum of an entire fifteen miles an hour to not jostle her too much she was more than ready to exit her vehicle. However just as she was maneuvering herself to try to open the passenger door with her left hand, she was met by an oddly antsy Chibs opening her door for her and doing his best to gently help her down out of the vehicle.

“Easy there Darlin’. No need to rush. You’re already pushing yourself more than you should be…” He spoke in a soft tone. Almost as if he was a father trying to sooth his child after they had gotten hurt.

This surprised Lexie as she hadn’t never let him really get within arm’s reach of her much less him all but lifting her out of a vehicle. They were barely civil with each other and all of a sudden, he’s being overly nice and handling her with kid gloves as he insisted on personally escorting her over to the office that had oddly been outfitted with out of place soft cushions, quite a large cup of tea, and a small teddy bear wearing traditional Scottish attire, kilt shirt and sporran. Prompting her to laugh and give Chibs a small smile.

“Really now Telford?” She spoke in a playful tone giving him a wink. “There a reason that bear is wearing a skirt?” this too was said playfully just to get a rise out of the man. She was well informed on Scottish traditions and knew exactly what she was doing. She was messing with him to show him that she was still her and that he didn’t need to go to these lengths nor treat her differently than normal. She watched him as he started to show that she ruffled his feathers but caught himself as she spoke again, “I’m only joking around Chibsie. The bear in the kilt is adorable. Thank you.”

As she spoke, he made a face at her that appeared half annoyed and half ‘you little brat’ before his expression softened. “You’re welcome, Lass. Now enjoy that tea before it gets too cold to drink. It’s the good stuff not that Lipton crap they sell you over here.” He gave her a light nudge with his elbow and returned her wink with one of his own before spinning on his heel and leaving the office.

Soon the rest of the TM crew started to arrive, and everyone had made it a point to at least poke their head into the office to say hello and check on her before getting to work. What exactly happened wasn’t known to anyone outside of the club, but they had been informed that she was fairly beat up and wouldn’t be around much until she’s healed and feeling up to full days at the shop.

The minutes ticked by, and Lex was beginning to grow concerned by someone’s very noticeable absence. She figured Hap would have been the first one to the lot that morning and making sure she was comfortable. Not that he wouldn’t show up at all. Her heart began to sink as she sighed and started sorting through the mess that had been left on the desk in the office by the mechanics out of habit.

They got the shop opened up and started their work routine and tig would check in with her at five-minute intervals making sure she was okay. At about the fifth time of him doing this lex snapped at him that if he kept it up neither of them were going to get anything accomplished.

Lex snapping at him told him all he needed to know about the missing Happy situation. This wasn’t normal for him in the slightest and Tig was getting worried. To his knowledge Happy hadn’t even called to say he was running late.

Moments after the interaction with her uncle Lexie heard the familiar rumbling of Happy’s bike in the distance much to her relief as well as her uncle’s. Slowly she stood and made her way over to the door of the office watching him roll into the lot. She watched him park his bike with a sad smile on her bruised face. The argument she had had with Happy was still weighing heavy on her mind. She hoped that he would be willing to at least talk to her. She regrated yelling at him the night before. She should have figured out a way to tell him calmly that coming into TM, even if it was only for a few hours, was what needed to happen to keep her somewhat sane. To her surprise she saw the tall, lean biker heading directly for her.

Happy noticed her in the doorway of the office the moment he turned into the lot at Teller-Marrow, he always wondered how she knew it was his bike coming down the road. It comforted and freaked him out at the same time. As he walked toward the office, he carefully removed the backpack that carried the precious cargo that took him longer to get than he liked but he wasn’t showing up to see her without the contents in that bag. Getting closer to her he unzipped the backpack carefully and started to pull out what took him so long to retrieve.

Just as he got to Lexie he pull out a dozen of her favorite flowers, Lady Diana Roses(2). He offered an apologetic smile as he handed them to her, and hoped she would take them from him without too much fuss.

“Aw, Hap. You remembered…” was all she could say as she took them from him. She looked them over and reveled in their beauty. She offered him a small grateful smile and laid them on the desk and gently sat herself back down. Knowing Happy she figured he would want to talk about the previous night.

She was right, after he had jumped to help her sit back down, he started talking about why he had gotten so upset with her pushing to get back into her routine so soon after what she went through. Telling her how he felt, admitting to his fears surrounding the situation. His fear of her shutting down and bottling everything up instead of letting herself feel and process through the emotions and heal from the damage that had been inflicted upon her. And his fear of losing her, of her running away, her leaving him again.

Lexie nodded and listened to him voicing his fears and concern. Acknowledging that he had sound thoughts and theories. Telling him she understood him, and her track record wasn’t really confidence inspiring. She promised him that she wouldn’t be going anywhere this time. She was finally home and that was where she had planned on staying. She told him that yes, she still gets stir crazy from time to time when she’s cooped up at home too long and that was exactly her reason for coming into TM that morning. She knew that it would have only been a matter of time before she would start getting ‘twitchy’.

He nodded in agreement. He knew too well how she got when she wasn’t either able or allowed to do what she needed to because of one thing or another. He had perched himself against the desk and next to her, crossing his arms as they talked.

After Happy was satisfied that they were sufficiently on the same page, He mentioned he had one other thing for her and after pausing once he finally caught sight of the obviously Scottish bear that had been waiting on the desk in the office. Asking for the bear to stay in the office and noting Lex agreeing without hesitation, he reached into his cut and pulled out the tattoo design he had worked on the night before.

He had asked if she knew the meaning of a Medusa tattoo(3) and after her answer of no he explained that it meant survival, strength, and overcoming both the physical and psychological aftermath of that type of assault. He knew he didn’t need to explain the reason behind Medusa became the figure head for that as Lex was a student of Greek mythology. It was one of her main interests since she was a child. He still had some of her books on the subject packed away for her.

Lexie looked at him, “Hap, only way I’m getting that done is if you are the artist.” Her voice was soft, and it was clear that she was starting to tire out and it didn’t go unnoticed.

Happy noticed her tuckering out before him and offered her an understanding smile and excused himself momentarily. Returning about ten minutes later speaking in as gentle of a tine as he could muster, “Come on Sweetheart, lets get you back to Tig’s place so you can rest. I’ll stay with you for some time if you would like that…”

He trailed off, too engrossed in watching Lex delicately maneuvering herself to get up out of the chair she was in. He got to her and helped in supporting her knowing that she was soon going to need to medicate again.

Lex intuitively reached out for the hand that had been offered. Thanking Happy for not only helping her but for not pushing her away like some of the men in the club would have. She Gave him a tired smile, “So I guess you are the one driving me home?” She received a nod from Hap. “And how is tig getting home then?”

He sighed, “I suppose I will have to bring you SUV back to the lot, but I can wait to bring it back down later if you want me to stay with you for a little bit…”

Lexie nodded, and asked one simple thing, “And if I want you to stay with me?” Her voice was soft and showing her exhaustion as she held up her keys in her nonbroken had offering them to him.

Happy took her keys and escorted her to her vehicle. Making sure to keep a close watch on her making sure that any little bobble would be nothing more than just that. Last thing any of them needed was her falling over right after all the other issues. That would be an unequivocal setback for her.

Hap got her into the passenger seat and buckled up before getting himself in the driver’s side and situated ready to drive her back to Tig’s house. Along the way they talked a bit more about a little bit of everything. From the weather to some of the places she had lived and visited back east. The places she ended up living the longest and what places she loved almost as much as Charming.

It was the first easy organic conversation they had had since she came back. There were no expectations or explanations. Just the two of them reconnecting after all their time apart. They both knew that had she not been kidnapped and put through the nightmare that she was, this probably wouldn’t have happened this soon. It most likely would have taken months for them to get back to this level of comfort and ease between the two of them. This was the only positive to come from that nightmare.

As they pulled into the driveway of Tig’s home Lexie turned to Happy, who was still in the driver’s seat, and spoke quietly, “Hap, can you promise me something?”

Her question took Happy by surprise, which caused him to faulter momentarily before answering her, “I can try, Little Girl. You know how this life is…” He looked cautiously in her direction almost after of what she may have been about to ask of him.

Lexie nodded in agreement, she knew all too well how unpredictable the MC life could be, she took a deep breath and looked at her hands as she spoke, “Hap, after I’m healed and past the worst of this mess, will you promise to take me home with you?”

Happy could have sworn his heart stopped for a moment at her question he gave her one of his sly grins that he knew she loved so much, “Lex, if I knew Tig wouldn’t cut my balls off, Id take you home now…”

To Be Continued…

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Part 16

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