Chapter 4: Reminisce

"I'm going to help you." Yamamoto Takeshi said to the silhouette.

"No, I c- can handle i-it." He responded, Takeshi frowned at the kid's statement. He vividly remembers that this kid is always bullied. He pondered over something for a while, making the kid quite uncomfortable. Takeshi got the broom from the kid, which in turn made the kid turn red and walked away to get another broom.

They cleaned until the gym was clean. Before they left, Takeshi said, "Hey, if you have a hobby and that said hobby needs something so you can do it every time and you lack it… What would you do?"

The kid sighed, "Being a dame, people would think that I'll say that I will do nothing… But I will do my best to get that something that I lack or work for it. P-please don't say i-it to others." After saying that, the kid ran away.

"Working for it huh… hahaha, I'd better practice more then!" Takeshi said and went to the baseball field to practice.

…

The next place Takeshi saw himself was on the rooftop of one of the buildings of Nami High, prepared to jump and to end his life. Takeshi smiled bitterly. He knew it all along that people only loved him for his baseball skills. He thought that it was his life, baseball, and he ended it because he practiced too much.

He closed his eyes, ready to jump but… "Y-yamamoto-san…" He heard the same soft voice of the boy he helped clean the gym. "Y-yamamoto-san…" He heard it again but with more resolve. "Yamamoto-san… I'm sorry." Takeshi opened his eyes and faced the kid, "What for? I've ended my 'life' by fracturing my hand. I have no more reason to live without baseball."

"But…"

"But what? I'm really being pathetic right now, even the dame pities me."

"I- I don't pity you! I just want to he- h- help… I know I'm a dame but… Does one failure define you? Hinder you? No… right? W-we a- all make failures… but your hand will heal, Yamamoto-san… please think this through… Imagine the grief your family and real friends will feel if you're dead… Please…"

What the kid said re- opened a wound Takeshi buried in the deepest part of his mind. He remembered how long he locked himself in his room. How much he cried. How depressed he was… His mother's death took a greater toll on his father, Tsuyoshi. His father even stopped being a samurai, so that he can take care of his son. He mourned and sacrificed himself. His father sacrificed what he loved doing the most.

It was silent, no one moved, but Takeshi decided. He gripped the fence and prepared to go back to the other side, not noticing that the fence was rusty and broke when he was about to jump. The kid immediately tried to grab him, he did but Takeshi was heavier, with gravity pulling them both, Takeshi blacked out. Brown spiky hair was the last thing he saw before his sight was covered in darkness.

-Namimori Vongola Mansion-

"EXTREME RUNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!" Ryohei's shout woke Takeshi up from his dream. 'Hahahaha, sempai is outside but I can still hear him. Hahaha' Takeshi thought. Takeshi stood up and put on a shirt. After doing that he looked the clock above the door. '6:00am, huh? I still wonder why how sempai wakes up this early even though he is energetic the whole day. Maybe he drinks a lot of sport drinks. '

He sighed and decided that he should go back to sleep.

Ryohei jogged around the vicinity of the mansion while maintaining his breath even. He kept screaming, "EXTREME RUNNING!" or "EXTREME MORNING."

A certain silver- haired man uttered curses in his breath when he tossed around during his sleep. Two young pineapple- heads we're sleeping soundly for the older brother soundproofed their room. One skylark woke up 5:00am sharp to dutifully patrol his beloved Namimori. The one residing inside the room of Lightning snoozed soundly which is not so surprising since this young man can sleep through any noise. The only thing that can wake all of them, all at the same time is Reborn's gunshots. Without that, it's like the alarm not working well and did not wake you up. Besides, all of them we're still trying to sleep off their jet lag and they're also tired from the flight to the road trip.

After his 50th round, Ryohei decided that it was enough. He went to his room, cooled off a bit with cool down exercises and moved towards the shower. After his EXTREME workout, and EXTREME shower, Ryohei needs his EXTREME breakfast. Of course, due to the mansion unoccupied for at least two years, there are no maids, only cleaning personnel to maintain the mansion in its pristine condition.

Which is not a problem at all. Ryohei can cook his own meals, in fact, he is very skilled in cooking. He looked for ingredients inside the mansion. After looking for 30 minutes, his stomach grumbled loudly.

He shouted in frustration, "THERE ARE EXTREMELY NO FOOD IN THIS MANSION AT ALL!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, LAWN HEAD. WE ARE FUCKING TRYING TO SLEEP." Gokudera Hayato screamed from his room, obviously grouchy with his lack of sleep.

"I AM EXTREMELY SORRY." Ryohei (finally) understood that he was disturbing his fellow guardians.

-Namimori-

Ryohei left the house after wearing more appropriate clothing. He wore a simple black straight- cut pants, with a plaid black and yellow shirt and running shoes. Ryohei was looking for a shop that he always loved visiting when he was in Senior High before he got involved in the new world he's residing in.

He turned around the corner and finally saw the restaurant, Takesushi. When he saw it, his stomach grumbled, demanding for food. He dashed to Takesushi and saw a familiar man opening his shop.

"EXTREME MORNING, YAMAMOTO'S OTOU- SAN." Ryohei said his extreme greeting. 'Yamamoto's otou-san' was shocked to hear the familiar but boisterous voice.

"Ryohei, it's rare that you're visiting Namimori during these days. Takeshi has not visited for a year now..." Tsuyoshi trailed off. Ryohei's stomach grumbled so loud that even Tsuyoshi heard it. "But before the drama, I think it's best that you should eat first, young man."

"Uh- huh! I'll take one of everything then!"

"Eto… Sempai? Hayato?" Takeshi asked rather loudly in order to be heard. "Ahahahah… I have no idea what's happening."

-flashback-

Yamamoto Takeshi was sleeping in his room before a VERY loud sempai entered the mansion and shouted, "TAKESHI, YOU HAVE TO EXTREMELY COME WITH ME!" Of course, dear sleeping Takeshi waked up and groggily stretched. "What is it?" He laughed, seeing as his sempai's face was just inches away from his own. His intuition was raging like crazy though, he only did not understand why.

With Ryohei as his distraction, Hayato immediately bound up his arms, and put on Takeshi's blindfold. The latter only said, "Eh?" while his sight of Ryohei immediately became pitch black. After he was bound, he was immediately carried and put inside a box.

"Ahahaha… what are you guys planning?" Takeshi asked, he heard Hayato mutter, "Freaking Sempai, waking me up from my sleep and forcing me to do this." Takeshi sweat dropped, 'Then why did you do it, Goku-san!'

-end of flashback-

The only thing Takeshi could feel was the four walls and the rolling motion below him, he assumed that he was being transported through a cart or something.

"Oh, I see it. It hasn't changed at all." Hayato added, "Oi yakyuu- baka, don't do anything for a while, don't even speak."

While Hayato and Takeshi were conversing, Ryohei went inside the place and immediately went over to one man saying, "You have to extremely come with me!" while pulling him outside the shop. The man's curiosity rose when he saw a rather large box that can fit an adult. He was pushed towards the box and he saw that the two men entered the shop with the silver- head saying, "You owe me a lunch, lawnhead."

He opened it and saw a man with raven black hair, he also heard a familiar voice say, "Can I do something now, Goku-chan?"

He had tears in his eyes. It was a good surprise. "I'm not your friend Gokudera, Takeshi." He managed to voice it out while helping the young adult stand up and remove the ropes. When he removed the blindfold, he saw his son with tearful eyes.

"Otou-san…"

"IT WAS DELICIOUS TO THE EXTREME!" Ryohei exclaimed as he patted his full stomach. Hayato 'tch'ed and lit a cigarette. But in reality, all of them missed sushi, especially the ones prepared with love and care not like those pathetic excuse of a sushi that you can buy in supermarkets.

It was already 2:30 pm and they are on their way to the Vongola Namimori Mansion. After a few minutes of wandering around and walking, they finally reached it… Only to see one brunette and one orange- head at their door, ready to ring the doorbell.

TBC.

Omake: Byakuran's addiction.

We all know that Byakuran loves marshmallows, problem is, he consumes everything that looks like marshmallows.

"Byakuran- sama, please go to Fantasia hotel at 5:00 pm for another fashion show. The theme is 'Blue Ribbon' which suggests the use of the color blue. It also looks like that the Fantasia CEO is a fan of ribbons." Kikyo reminded Byakuran. Byakuran, though, only laughed and said, "I know that already, Kikyo~"

"Of course, Byakuran- sama. I am only doing my job."

-time skip-

"Byakuran- sama? Byakuran- sama?! Where are you?!" Kikyo shouted in order to locate his missing boss. He heard a faint 'ugh' that oddly sounded like Byakuran. He immediately entered the room, only to see a Byakuran ready to go with his white trousers, blank tank top, white coat and white boots with some violet accessories to accent his suit. The only problem is his face looks like he has seen hell.

Kikyo looked around and saw an apple laying down on the floor with some small white balls which kind of looks like Styrofoam. "Byakuran- sama, why did you eat this fruit?"

"Because it looked like marshmallows. Ugh…"

"Byakuran- sama, it does not even look like marshmallows…"

"In my shop, everything is a marshmallow!"

"Not in here, Byakuran- sama."

After that, Byakuran passed out and luckily woke up before his fashion show with the Mare group.

Omake #2: Ryohei's cooking

Ryohei is really good in cooking, also in cleaning, gardening, sewing, and all household chores. But, of course, in some point of our lives, we were just beginners. So here's Ryohei and his sister's story.

...

Ryohei and Kyoko had a loving family but they we're rather distant. They love them but they don't even bother visiting them or teaching them how to fend for their lives. They only provided what the family needs and leaves for work.

...

"Ryohei- nii, why won't okaa-san and otou-san teach us?" Kyoko looked at his brother and giggled when she saw him mutter some words angrily at the cookbook. Ryohei looked at Kyoko and said, "Because it is their principle to the extreme!"

Looks like young 10 year old Ryohei understood it already.

"But, onii- chan, my teacher said they should not be like that..." 8 year old Kyoko said but stopped herself when her brother put some food in front of her.

'It looks nice...' Kyoko thought as she asked her brother, "What is this, onii- chan?"

"It is fried rice to the extreme!" Ryohei proudly screamed.

"Oh, I'll try it now. Itadakimasu." Kyoko said as she digged her spoon into the food.

It tasted like wine first, then became really salty, and... Kyoko turned green and she ran to the comfort room to puke.

Even poor little Kyoko could not withstand her brother's first food that he cooked.

At least, 5 years later, Ryohei became really skilled in Japanese cooking and are trying to learn other foreign cuisine. Even though, poor little Kyoko still remembers her first memory of her brother's cooking before she eats the food her brother prepared for her, and is she glad that it will never be the repetition of the first time her brother cooked.

A/N: Sorry. Just sorry. Major mind block and this week is too busy.

Hope you liked it. Please give me your opinions to improve this story. Thaaanks.

P.S. O40414 Fixed the line breaks, hopefully not as confusing as before. Added omake #2.