Hi readers. :D

I just had the sudden urge to write this fic... :I Hahaha.

Anyways, I don't own KHR or any of its characters. I only own my OC, which you will meet at the end of this page. :D

I shall not bother you further, now, please enjoy! :D

Tick. Tack. Tick. Tack.

The sound of dancing fingers tapping on keys created a rhythm in the quiet air.

Tick. Tack. Tick. Tack.

The boy was so used to hearing this sound, it didn't bother him anymore. He was not really into surfing the internet or emailing, until the past week. After getting into a social networking website and getting this random email buddy, he just couldn't stop. It became part of his regular routine. He would squeeze sending the reply to his email buddy in between coming home from baseball practice and before washing up and dinner. It only took a few minutes of his time anyway…

With a few more beatless taps, he hit the "enter" key and sent the non-tangible letter and proceeded to the bathroom. His father wouldn't want him to be all sweaty and smelly during dinner.

I'd like to meet you too. Haha. It would be really fun if we could have this conversation in person. Here's my number. It would be more convenient if you had it. Hope to see you soon, ne, Masaki-san?

xxx

He ruffled his fingers through his wet hair with a towel. He began thinking about his new friend. He really didn't know what hit him. Every day, he would await that person's reply, not caring whether it made sense or not. It was interesting, this person, himself, and the whole thing all together. Takeshi smiled to himself while going down the stairs to have dinner with his old man.

What he didn't know was, from this point on, things are going to get even more interesting.

"Haa. That curry was so good." Takeshi said to himself, while patting his stomach, "I'm so full." His hand turned the knob and closed the door to his room. Today was a Friday night, which meant that he didn't need to rush with his homework. He can always ask Gokudera to help him anyways, even if the silver-haired boy might be annoyed. Takeshi was sure the boy would agree if Tsuna would be in their little study group. The baseball nut smirked to himself at his 'sly' plan.

He lied down on his bed, and bounced a little from his weight. Talking about weight, maybe he needed to jog off tonight's calories… He turned to his side table, took his cellphone, and flipped it often. He really wasn't expecting any messages, unless the 10th had any new mafia games for him to play.

"1 NEW MESSAGE," the screen read.

He pressed the button in the center. It was from an unknown number.

"Yamamoto-san? It's Masaki-san. Hi." Was written on the lighted screen of his cellphone. The boy's eyes widened. Who knew that the boy whose surname was Masaki opens his online mailbox so often?

The two called each other by their surnames to be comfortable with each other and not giveaway their identity. Or much of it, at least.

Hours had already passed, and Takeshi was still exchanging messages with Masaki. It was less boring, now that responses came in an interval of only minutes. He hadn't noticed that all of his homework was still undone.

His eyes darted towards the upper right corner of his cellphone's screen. 9:30

Then it hit him.

"Oh shit! I still have a ton homework!" Takeshi exclaimed, quickly getting up from his bed and started taking his textbooks out. He started with English, since it was the least tiring, or so he thought.

He tapped his pen on his desk. He seemed to be stuck on question number 5.

He, Yamamoto Takeshi, 17, Rain Guardian of the Vongola, wielder of the Shigure Souen style, Namimori's ace baseball player, could not answer question number 5.

It seemed like an incredibly ironic thought. But who could blame him for not knowing what mazuke was in English? He also left his Japanese-English dictionary in his locker… What luck.

His sighing and train of negative thoughts was cut short with the buzzing of his phone. He had the brightest idea ever, while texting in his reply. He asked his friend what mazuke was in English. True enough, Masaki replied almost instantly.

"Eyelashes. Hey, don't tell me you're doing question number 5?? O_O|||"

Eh? Yamamoto smiled to himself in amusement. He went to Namimori High too… Turns out, Masaki was multitasking, and Yamamoto was keeping him awake, keeping him away from the boredom that is called 'homework.' Having him as a text-buddy was not bad. Masaki happened to be a genius when it came to English and grammar. Yamamoto had his homework done in no time.

"Saa.. Knowing that you're from Namimori High makes me really curious about your identity. Won't you tell me your name?" The callous fingers texted.

"No. Haha. I guess you'll just have to meet me to know who I am. It's more fun that way, isn't it?" Came the reply.

"You should be free tomorrow right? It's Saturday. Can we meet at Takesushi? You know, the sushi restaurant a few blocks from school." Yamamoto waited in anticipation for the reply. It took unusually long though. He kept glancing at the time displayed on his phone. Five minutes, ten minutes… Nothing. He thought that maybe this Masaki person was really girl, and not a guy. Maybe she was uncomfortable about meeting him because she thought he was a perverted old man. (Which he was totally not, by the way.) Or maybe she was a part of his stalking fan club (not that he hated them, he actually thought that they were a bunch of really energetic girls, and nothing more) and she might have passed out from hyperventilation. Or worse, it might be an okama who passed out from hyperventilation.

"Sorry, I took a shower. I know, I know. See you." The message came when the baseball player was about to drift to sleep. Maybe all his assumptions were wrong. "Okay." He whispered, too sleepy to send a reply.

Zzz...

It was a wonderful morning, and Takeshi was doing a wonderful job waiting on tables and helping his dad out at their restaurant. It amazed him that he hadn't missed any orders yet, when all he thought about was about meeting his faceless friend. He had also noticed that there was no discussed meeting time. Oh well, he'd be there all day anyway?

It was already noon, and all he could see on his phone was the wallpaper photo of him and the other Vongola guardians. Maybe Masaki wasn't showing up after all.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

As if on cue, his phone started buzzing for the first time that day. He delivered the last batch of sashimi to a table, and he checked his phone in the kitchen. It wasn't like his father was going to mind anyway…

"I'm here already. " He had been awaiting those words. Now, how to know which customer was Masaki?

"Takeshi! What are you doing in here with your cellphone?" Tsuyoshi scolded, spotting his son standing idly. "Take these to table three and four," he pointed to the already finished plates of California Maki.

"Hai." He took the plates and headed out. On the process of doing his job, he was looking out for 'Masaki candidates.'

One table had a middle-aged couple. "Definitely not," The sushi waiter thought.

There was an old man. "Nope."

Most of the people there were working people, or families. His friend was not likely to bring his parents along to meet an online friend. Most parents never approved of that kind of stuff anyway. Also, most customers never came alone.

There was a girl, about his age, looking through the menu, and she was alone. "Aha! Masaki-san!" he thought. The waiter grinned in victory, and was about to approach the girl.

Until he spotted another teenage guy on the other end of the room. "He could also be Masaki-san..."

"Aha!" Sushi-waiter had another fantastic idea.

He went to the back of the restaurant, where no one would really notice, and sent a message. He figured that the person who whipped open a cellphone would likely be Masaki-san.

He looked out at the two, who turned out to have their cellphones out.

Takeshi silently sighed, in defeat. He didn't want to go out and ask the wrong person. That would be embarrassing. And what if both of them had the surname Masaki? Things might be a mess…

Then he had another brilliant idea. He pressed the green button on his phone. All Takeshi heard was the ringing sound, his mind waiting in anticipation. He secretly wished that Masaki-san was the girl though. It would be more fun that way…

"Hello?" A voice sounded from the other line. Surely the voice was feminine. He turned to see the customer, who had her orange cellphone to her ear, as if to confirm that his hearing was still good.

"Um, hello?" The girl asked a second time, since no one had answered from the other side.

"Hey." Takeshi answered, hovering into the girl's view. "Nice to finally meet you, Masaki-san." He said into the receiver and flashed his lady-killing smile.

"EH? YAMAMOTO-SAN? ACE BASEBALL PLAYER YAMAMOTO TAKESHI??" The girl gaped. Her tone was not really loud; probably to keep her from making a ruckus in public, but it was definitely in surprise, or shock. Yamamoto was a really popular guy in Namimori High…

"Yo," he waved as he snapped his phone shut. It wouldn't be good if he didn't know her name, and she knew his. She looked familiar though, and that was a good thing. That magenta coloured hair that was always tied to one side, and those square glasses, he thought he'd seen them before. He could vaguely remember her photo on one of the club bulletin boards… Masaki, Masaki, Chairman Masaki Hana-san? Oh well, it was worth a try.

"Masaki Hana-san? Chairman of the…" He scratched the back of his head.

"Drama club." Hana regained her composure and finished the sentence for him, to save him for embarrassment, if embarrassment was involved anyway.

Yamamoto Takeshi, of course she knew him. (Or heard of him, at least) Who didn't? He was the student who scored the record-breaking number homeruns, and was all the boys' subject of envy when it came to Valentines' Day. He was also often seen with that Dame-Tsuna and the half-Italian transfer student from a few years back, who was also popular with the ladies.

"So, yeah.." Her voice trailed off, leaving her mouth open at an odd angle. The waiter just smiled dumbly at her.

Ahh, the awkward silence…

Yay! Its finished! =D

(Ku)Fufufufufu... I feel like making a "Christmas Special" for this fic, or my other fics. :I But I doubt I will have it done in time for the actual Christmas day. Oh well. :D

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