Story Summary:
"...Sasagawa Kyoko, Miura Haru, Kurokawa Hana and... Sawada Tsunayoshi. Welcome to the, like, squad!"
That one measly sentence was the catalyst to a whole new world. A whole new world of trouble for one brunet.
Disclaimer: I will never own KHR... Sadly...
All throughout the school it was quiet, not a sound heard.
Halls were barren.
Classrooms empty, like they've never been used before.
Every single nook and cranny of the school sat in dead silence.
Well, all except one area...
The sounds of sneakers squeaking against polished hardwood floors ripped through the deafening silence the school was in like a sword through paper.
Two teams of opposing sides fought each other for the ball. The dribbling of the basketball similar to the thump of a deep drum, mixing in with the turntable scratches the shoes made and the low almost inaudible hum.
From outside the double doors of the gymnasium that's all you heard, a symphony of sound.
But once you pushed the doors open they lead to a spectrum of things, a phosphorescence of light and a rush of all new sounds that would invade your fragile retinas and your sensitive eardrums. The sounds of cheering and screaming would blast you back like a tidal wave of energy. Both energizing and tiring you.
It was like a Roman battlefield. Gladiators defending, trying and sometimes failing to keep the predatory Lions from hacking away at them. Tricking them. Killing them.
The predators were behind, so no mercy.
"Ah! Over here!"
"Get on the rebound!"
"Shoot!"
"No! Hurry block!"
"Go with Play 4!"
A bunch of gibberish to those not into the sport of Basketball. But to those who dove head first into the adrenaline pumping, physically demanding sport, these words were like spells. Spells that caught your attention whether it wanted it or not. Spells that pushed your brain to think harder, faster, smoother. Spells that caressed your body into doing as it was told.
But those spells, those turntables and drums, the cheering, the energy. It's what Giotto loved so much about being on this team. He smiled, even as drops of sweat ran into his right eye, the left closed shut. He smiled even as the game was put on hold for Half Time.
Moving towards the bench he grabbed a towel and water bottle before sitting himself down. He chugged most of the heaven sent liquid down his parched throat and proceeded to pour the rest onto his head.
The crystal clear water ran down and through golden locks, over olive-toned skin and soaked through his gold and black jersey.
"KYYYYAAAAAAA!"
Giotto cringed.
"What are you jumping for Giotto? You should be used to this already..." A pale fuchsia haired boy deadpanned as he finished swallowing a mouthful of water, he chose to stand adjacent to his teammate.
"But still G... Why?" The blonde pouted. Taking a second to glance at a group of girls in confusion, thus sweat dropping at the sight of a crudely put together poster with his face and enough glitter to satisfy a million 6 year old girls and their momma.
The teen now dubbed as G felt his eye twitch. Did his so called best friend, really ask him why a horde of girls would squeal at the sight of him? Especially when said girls just saw with their own two beady little eyes; a blonde pouring water on himself like some kind of godsend model.
G took a deep breath with closed eyes then turned away in annoyance. "Tch. Die."
Giotto blinked. "Eh...?"
"Oya? Nufufu, is the chewed up wad of pink bubblegum jealous?"
G's eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement. "Hm? Melons can talk now? You and your brother are moving up in the food chain, congratulations." He sardonically replied with a mock bow.
It was now Spade's eyes' turn to twitch, right when he had a retort at the ready, he was interrupted before anything could be said.
"Calm down you two, don't wanna waste any energy right? ~de gozaru."
"Asari is ULTIMATELY right!"
G scowled in their direction. "And who asked a Flute-freak and Muscle-head for their opinions?"
"Insects." A platinum blonde interrupted any further insults. "For disturbing the peace, I will arrest you."
"Nufu, what peace? The crowd has been loud this entire time and you haven't made a move to arrest them, wannabe cop."
Right when Alaude was about to strike the back sassing melon-head a gunshot rang through out the gymnasium.
BANG!
The crowds of spectators screamed and yelled in terror as a black clad man who held the gun walked into the gymnasium.
"Shut. Up." His smooth yet leathery voice with an added edge, ricocheted of walls and over loud voices to eardrums causing all those to stop.
Women once catching a small peep of the man swooned and sat back down. Men blushed in anger, envy and jealousy, some in attraction.
When the loud obnoxious chaos that he brought simmered into whispered words of:
"Who is that?" and
"What do you think he's packing?"
He strode forward. His luxurious suit folding into itself at moments when he moved, yet never an existing wrinkle. The sable dress shoes he wore clicking duly adding a bass to the annoying chatter.
"Gio-Baka, control your teammates," the sound of a gun cocking followed. "or I can guarantee the next bullet will be in you."
The tall man dressed in an expensive looking onyx suit walked towards the bench. His curly black sideburns bobbed gently with each step. His olive skin tone glistened mildly under artificial light, and deep black eyes that made you focus entirely on them like a misty fog with the brightest of fogdog, were narrowed.
He would be considered drop dead gorgeous, if it weren't for the fact that the man wore his black fedora tipped low hiding all, but the heated glare of one eye. Thus his Gorgeous status evolved into: Dangerous Avoid at all Costs...
...Unless He's Willing to Tap That (You)!
This was Reborn, the coach of Vongola Academy's boys basketball team. And it seems as if the boy's team managed to do one thing they weren't ever supposed to do.
And that was pissing their Coach off.
Stopping in front of the benched athletes Reborn regarded each flippantly.
"I find it deplorable to be the coach of such a team." The suit clad man frowned. "We're 9 points behind and you're arguing. Get Your act together or so help me..."
He left the threat hanging, which would've been over the top if he hadn't, considering the deadly aura he was exuding coupled with the cocked gun at his side.
Yeah... way over the top.
And badass.
His team, The Lions, were shaking and scared shitless (Giotto and Lampo), praying that they'd make it out of this game alive (Knuckle), laughing awkwardly to help, which really didn't (Asari) and indifferent yet watchfully wary (Daemon, Alaude and G).
All was right in the world in Reborn's eyes.
'Like it should be.' He added.
Standing in front of the sitting bunch, he continued. "This may be a practise match, but there is no room for error. As long as I'm your coach you'll win and you'll be miserable, got it?"
Some nodded, while others verbally affirmed.
"Good now listen up, I'm only saying this once." His eyes flicked to a distracted blonde; smacking him upside the head once to get his undivided attention, he then proceeded to go through plays.
While he did that with the huddled group, they completely missed the double doors opening showcasing what would be the most interesting entertainment of a lifetime. Entertainment that stole the attention Reborn once had. Attention Giotto barely had.
The Cheerleaders.
All female except for one, whom would of course be male.
The interesting bit?
It wasn't the deep flush on his cherubic face. It wasn't the boy's skittishly coy chocolate colored eyes, nor his equally brown mane of gravity defying hair that licked around his face and the nape of his neck in gentle spikes.
It could be the tight black and gold T-shirt, that hugged his lithe torso.
All great guesses but still, no.
The interesting bit... that surprisingly enough silenced the exuberant and loud crowd, garnered everyone's attention (All except the planning Lions and their coach) including the opposing team, is in fact the mid-thigh length skirt, that was being unskillfully hidden by gold pompoms.
This 5'2 male, is Sawada Tsunayoshi. The newest member of Vongola Academy's Cheerleading squad.
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Involuntarily.
IMPORTANT A/N BELOW
I know, I know... "You bitch! Another Story?! Fucks wrong with you!" Is probably what you're thinking...
But, I've been preoccupied with reading YoungJustice/Naruto Xovers. Legit need to see ?xNaru yaoi goodness in that fandom. Tokyo/Ghoul Naruto Xovers too. Also Angel's Trumpet... I'm stuck 2,000 words in... And I'm only 1/5 done. Blame my constantly turning gears.
So Prepare yourself, I've got one more KHR fic pending. It will be most likely All27 also and school orientated with a sprinkle of Yamada-kun and the Seven witches . Might post a Naruto fic as well. So sue me XD.
Question though; would you guys mind an OC or few? Personally I can't stand important role given OCs, they irk my life. But with what I've got planned with this fic I need a bitchy bitch to well... Be a bitch towards Tsuna inside Vongola Academy. So M.M, Haru, Kyoko, Yuni, Hana and most probably Bianchi won't work. And an OC I make with be just fugly and bring the quality of the story down... Sooooo Any ideas?
Also Do you guys read Mobile or Desktop/Tablet style? I've always wondered. XD
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