The bright light of the sun shone through the curtains as a sleepy-headed fifteen-year-old future-mafia-boss cracked open his eyes.
It was a Saturday, but the boy groaned in non-appreciative anticipation for the day before him. He pulled himself up into a sitting position, hunched over as he yawned once more, but something felt odd. There was a silence in the room- no babies crying, no explosions, just that small, steady ring in the air of pure silence.
"Ciaossu," the familiar voice broke the air. But it wasn't- as it so often was- a disruptive break. Tsuna looked down at the baby, his body rigid with suspicion but he didn't take any other action than a simple response.
"Good morning, Reborn."
"Are you ready to go?" Reborn blinked, looking at the boy expectantly.
"I just woke up!" Tsuna's eyes went wide before he calmed down once more. Of course. He should have known the silence was too good to be true. He slipped out of bed, going to his closet, "Where are we going to train today?" He asked, so used to the odd and constant training exercises he was put to that he would save the freaking out until after he knew the details.
"We aren't going to train today," Reborn replied, Tsuna stopped moving, turning his head towards the baby- confused. "We're going on a picnic at the park; Haru and Kyoko were both kind enough to make lunch."
Tsuna looked back to his closet as he took off his pajama top and replaced it with a casual t-shirt, his mind trying to process the information. Kyoko had made him lunch? He smiled to himself, that would be delicious- he was sure!
"And they're coming to your room right now," Reborn added on as a simple afterthought. Tsuna looked down at this hands- he was currently in the process of changing his pants. He had been so caught up in thoughts that not only had he not registered that Reborn was still in the room, but the new news that Kyoko was coming to his room sent him into a panic.
"Get out! Turn around! Let me change!" He frantically begged the baby. He heard footsteps coming up the stairs and voices. "Please Reborn!"
But this time he noticed something. Reborn had a small bubble coming from him. He was asleep. That's too creepy, Tsuna shuddered, but the footsteps were coming even closer. His body went into full on panic mode as he rushed to change into normal clothes, falling over himself as he did so.
Right as he had pulled his pants up, zipping them completely he heard a knock on the door as the bubble from Reborn popped. He opened his eyes, smiling his familiar small, often suspicious smile. Tsuna sat nonchalantly on his bed, "Come in," he said.
The door opened, and standing in the doorway was Kyoko. Tsuna smiled to himself, she was carrying a small picnic basket, her hair looking soft, smooth, full of shine as it normally did… she's so cute!
"Tsuna, are you ready to go?" She asked, her soft voice like bells to the young hormonal boy. He nodded, unable to find his own voice. But Kyoko didn't seem to notice- and a simple nod of his head sufficed. She smiled once more, "Then come on, let's go! Everyone's waiting!"
She turned, carrying the picnic basket along with her as Reborn followed, leaving Tsuna. A moment or so passed before the boy snapped out of his crush-induced stupor before he realized that if he delayed any longer, they could- and most probably would- leave without him.
He quickly put his shoes on, tying them and thankful that despite the slightly stressful morning- today would be nice, easy, and relaxing. Right?
As the boy closed the door to his bedroom, his mind replayed the scene from just that morning. Kyoko, cute, beautiful Kyoko in his room. Her words repeating in his head- just for the sound of her soft voice. "Then come on, let's go! Everyone's waiting!"
He sighed with a soft smile- but before he took one more step a concern hit him- almost instantly shattering his wonderful image of a relaxing, quiet picnic. Who was 'everyone'?
Earlier that morning, another young boy was awaking in his bed. Only this time, the boy had a bit more energy and reason for waking up. He wasn't used to the same constant threat of explosions. He wasn't used to babies running around his house, nor had he any inkling about anything involving the mafia.
What he did know, however, was the familiar feel of a baseball in his hand. The set up for a curveball, a slider, a fastball, the thrill of pitching a strike, the torture of a hit, and the delicious taste of a homemade onigiri after a long practice.
Yes, their practices were lengthy and demanding, but Mihashi didn't mind at all. He had waited his entire middle school career- hoping every day that he would get this sort of chance. This chance to be a part of a team. A baseball team.
Sure he had to wait until high school, and he had to go through quite a bit just to prove himself as the pitcher (In his mind of course, the others seemed to be just fine with letting him pitch) and now he could smile every day, knowing that everyone on the Nishiura baseball team counted on him as their ace.
He went over to his closet- taking out the familiar white practice jersey along with the matching white pants. He pulled up his socks to just below his knees, repeating with the opposite leg- the final touches being the worn cleats he had been using all season and more.
Mihashi Ren stood up, adjusting his clothes last minute before grabbing his faithful glove and starting down the stairs. However, before he could descend his cell phone began to buzz. He paused a moment, looking at the screen.
A message from Abe. A message from his catcher. His hands immediately began to shake, barely able to press the correct button to open the note.
The rugby team needs the field. We're practicing in the park today instead.
-Abe
Letting out an audible sigh of relief, Mihashi put the phone back in his pocket as he continued down the stairs- his cleats as easy to move around in as his normal shoes. His mother had left that morning to go to the store, and so Mihashi was alone as he grabbed something small for breakfast, heading out and onto his bike- peddling towards the park.
A/N: Okay, so this is sort of my first 'seriousish' fanfiction- or at least series that I have planned out. It's a crossover my friends and I came up with while reading, and we all found the idea to be fun. So, yeah, thanks for reading! Sorry for any typos!