Gokudera Hayato -Like Music To His Ears

Summary : life with the Vongola is always interesting.  Been married to one of them even better, yet been an assassin was the ultimate. No one thought she'd get along with him, but she did, more than they ever thought.

Inspiration: blowing shit up, people who can't cook :P

A/N:  I do not own KHR or the characters I used, they all belong to their respectable owners! I only own My OC's. This story was taken from my fanfiction account - Thebattleangel - feel free to go read more there :) 

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She would have thought life in the Vongola would be normal, but when surrounded by a timid mouse, his annoying octopus head kiss ass bomber, a pineapple-head with an annoying laugh, a bitchy carnivore who liked biting, an EXTREME annoyance who looked like a band aid advertisement, a baseball nut who was clueless, a stupid cow who was always been called a stupid cow and an arrogant baby with a chip on his shoulder when it came to the timid little mouse he was training, normality was the last thing that one would find. Specially on days like the current one she was facing when EVERYONE was bored out of their minds. But hey assassins and guardians needed their rest too. Right?

The other girls looked over at her nervously as her eye twitched, none of them knew what to expect from the woman that was sprawled casually on the couch. She was a beauty, but had the manners of a beast when she felt like it. Yes, she was highly annoyed. She was short tempered and deadly when her bitch switch was tripped. "I'm surrounded by idiots, seriously." She sighed as she slipped her earphones on while lying on her stomach on the leather couch, chin propped up on her palm, her snowy hair with its black streaks sprawled out over her sides.

Kyoko looked at her and then at Haru who sat frozen in place watching Emma.

Sapphire eyes glanced over at the nervous women before Bianchi walked into the room and eyed her figure on the couch. "Oh this just gets even better." She sighed looking over at her before closing her eyes and sighing almost miserably.

Though one member would have none of that and stomped over to her yanking her earphones off. "You know what you are doing is unnaceptable in juudaimes presence." He growled eyeing her relaxed form. Noticing how the top of her grey and white long sleeve top slipped down her shoulder showing her sun kissed skin and the olive green tank top she wore under it. Deep sapphire eyes glared up at him in a suggestive manner. Gokudera couldn't help the lump in his throat as he struggled to swallow as his eyes roamed her body.

"Whatever Bakadera, now give back my earphones." She mused uncaringly as the silver haired man glared down at her. For a killer it did sometimes annoy him how aloof she managed to be. But oh hell was she aware of her surroundings. The mere whisper of a breath would wake her from a sound sleep.

Emma knew how to push her fiance's buttons, she found it amusing how he still referred to Tsuna as Juudaime, though he wasn't as bad as when they were in high school. The hot headed jerk who she at first couldn't stand but grew to love. The memory was a sweet one for both of them. She snickered at the memory of how he asked her out using a stick of dynamite with a note attached to it. It covered them in black and left them choking on smoke, but she couldn't stay mad at him after that and had agreed to dating him. And that was just the start. Almost 6 years later and here they were, her a 'hit woman' and he, her storm guardian.

He yanked them out of her reach watching as her gaze turned to a challenging glare. Tsuna looked over at the couple, concerned. They all knew when Emma got the look in her eye which she currently had, something bad was gonna happen. She was like a female version of Gokudera, but none of them would ever say so, due to the fact that they all treasured their lives. She, like he, had a passion for blowing shit up and playing with fire. She was deadlier with her guns and knives though. The damage they could do together was insane, scary fact, when they did get that far they wouldn't even put effort in.

"Is that a challenge Mr. Hayato?" She questioned seductively before lunging at him in a flash of white and black hair.

"I do believe so Mrs. Hayato." He smirked and caught her flinging her over his shoulder and carrying her to their room. The way she said his names was like music to his ears, specially when he knew she'd be screaming them all night long.