Asari Ugetsu

Things Lurking in the Dark

     “The way I see it then, we both need to get out more often.” Giotto chuckles in reply. “It wouldn’t do much good if we become practical strangers to those we are supposed to protect. And it would be even worse if you’re lost in your own territory.” The comment was made lightly, but it was still a very real concern to the don–Vongola, while made to help people, has done (and is likely to continue doing) things of questionable morality. Shutting themselves away in a manor and only being seen by the locals when in combat with their undoubtedly frightening flames–

     He didn’t want to scare anyone. These were the people he’d grown up with, after all. Just as much family as those a part of the Vongola. But now wasn’t a time for such heavy thoughts.

     “We should use the time after we eat to get you better acquainted with the area and with everyone around here. I want you to feel as close to at home here as you did in Japan, after all.”

I think that too. Although he doubts that G will think like that, the storm will probably think they are just doing nothing and skipping work.  Ah, I think I’m practically a stranger here after all my clothes are way too different from yours and the others. Yet he won’t change it just for that, Asari normally only use suits when G nags him way too much about formal party.

     Giotto had elected to wait outside of the kitchen. While he had spent plenty of time aiding his mother in the kitchen when he was young, he knew nothing about Japanese cuisine. Not to mention, he’d been cast out of this particular kitchen so often by the chef that he was hesitant to enter, even when they weren’t at work. Not quite a fear, but definitely an aversion.

     After an hour of waiting in the dining room, Asari exited the kitchen with a plate of various sushi, and a bowl of what looked like a soup of some kind. While he’d initially left his office in search of a snack, the hour had been enough time for Giotto to welcome the meal Asari had prepared. “It looks delicious, Asari,” he compliments, the aroma alone enough to bring an eager smile to his face. “I recognize the sushi, though what is the other dish?”

While he wasn’t cast out of the kitchen the rain didn’t go there often, mostly because it was fun to try those weird foods that the chefs does but he thought that wouldn’t hurt try to do something to Giotto, since the swordsman wanted to remember a bit his home today.

“Sorry for troubling you and your friend for it. Thank you so much for the help Asari.” Tsuna repeatedly thank the other while they made their way to the direction of Asari’s ‘Friend’ house.

Tsuna turned in the direction eyes jumping out, jaw opening wide to see a big home in front of him with an old modern style. Is Asari’s friend rich or are all house in the past that huge?

“Is that your friend’s house?” Tsuna question in the direction where Asari is pointing.

Yes de gozaru. A smile as he is now totally sure that this boy wasn’t from there, if he have to say Tsuna was probably not from his world, otherwise he wouldn’t be so surprised with that house. 

Even if Asari was far “popular” while he was a musician, he didn’t asked for money, all the shows he did the money he won he donated it for people in need. So his home is far small and far away from the village.

Said that he often don’t stay at his home, after all he travels a lot to gain experience, so while he is travelling he stays at his friends home that are normally are rich people. The reason he have so much rich friends is because the rich likes his musics and finds him a good friend.

Tsuna could hear his heart thumping fast against his chest when Asari seems deep in thought. The brunette sigh in relieve when Asari wasn’t questioning him much about it.

“It is a good place. It is calm and peaceful.” Tsuna began imagining Asari in clothes like his when he bought up trying different ones. He  would probably look like Yamamoto. Tsuna thought to himself. 

“Would I be able to get clothes like this for a change. It feels weird having all the gazes fix on me.” Tsuna commented noticing passer by gaze on him.

Honestly speaking Asari is way easy going so even if he is a bit suspicious about this boy he won’t tell anything, after all Tsuna didn’t seem to be a bad guy and the Japanese is enjoying a lot his time with the other.

Well, I think I can help with that. My friend probably have something that will fit you de gozaru. More important to say, Asari does have a home he just don’t stop there since he is always travelling around. This place is calm and peaceful because the war didn’t get here... yet.

     At the offer, something clicks in Giotto’s mind. There was a good chance that Asari was experiencing a bout of homesickness. While the man seemed happy enough most days, it didn’t change the fact that he was still far from his homeland and people. Regardless, Giotto nodded with a smile.

     “That sounds great. I’ll take you up on that offer.” If Asari’s mood didn’t brighten during the course of thier meal, Giotto would broach the subject. Otherwise he would keep his peace as per the Rain’s request.

Then I’m going to do it, I will tell you when it’s done de gozaru. Honestly he does miss his home a lot, the village are way different from there, the people are far more different as well. It was weird but... at the same time he is happy that he is around his friends.