Title: "The Downside of Being Good-looking"
Rated: K+
Summary: Being coped-up with his guardians' antics, Tsunayoshi Sawada forces them to pay the renovation fees by being…models.
Genre(s): Humor/Crack
Warn: TYL timeline, ooc, absurd, weird, not beta'd.
Disc: I don't own KHR.
A/N: Or just the fun way to to "unintentionally" torture the too-handsome-and-beautiful Vongola Tenth guardians. Meh. Too pissed with the Physics test—and unfortunately inspired by the anime version of the TYL versions of Gokudera, Yamamoto, Hibari, and Mukuro looking all like in a model photo-shoot thingy. I hate my plot-bunny and L for making me think about it too—well I hope I can finish this around ten chapters (or less)…
"I have enough of this!"
The Tenth Vongola boss snapped; glowing narrowed-orange eyes glared at the seven people in front of him whilst said seven gulped audibly (sans two, who were looking anywhere except the narrowed eyes).
"I–it's n–not o–our f–fault T–Tenth—t–the p–pineapple f–freak s–started i–it…" Hayato Gokudera stuttered while said "pineapple freak" chuckled, giving him a smirk that promised a thousand pain of gruesome illusions.
"Kufufufu, mind to repeat that puppy-kun?" hands now tilting the trident in his hands closer to the storm guardian, while the silveret gritted his teeth; refraining himself to throw dynamites at the hetero-chromatic man.
"Enough you two or else I'll be having pineapple and octopus for lunch today."
And the two guardians effectively shut their mouths.
It was a common knowledge when Tsunayoshi Sawada used the "Boss-tone"—as Takeshi Yamamoto once jokingly dubbed it—it was better to obey the man, or face the consequences.
(Even the most violent and aloof guardian, Kyouya Hibari had obeyed the man when he used the tone.)
"Now," his voice calmed-down a bit but eyes were still piercing as ever, "if you all can be civil for once—" he shot another glare to all of the men (and woman) in the room, "—I was just going to have the renovation fees cut from all of your salaries until the next ten years."
"But," the tension got thicker, "since I guess it's too easy for you guys—so I thought, "why don't have them earn money for the renovations? Earn money the non-mafia way?"—"
("I have a bad feeling about this, Rain-man…" Chrome Dokuro whispered to Takeshi next to her, who nodded a little.)
"—so I asked Haru if you could work in her fashion business for the time being—which she excitedly said yes—so from now on—aside from doing your usual missions—you all will work at Haru's as models; and don't worry, I already told her about your punishment and to treat you all like the rest of the models." the brunet man smiled innocently while the others blinked and absentmindedly nodded; not wanting to anger the man again.
"Well, I wish you all good luck guys~" he continued, "now get out before you break my office—again."
END
A/N: A (very) short prologue—but at least makes a good impression for the story—somewhat. Well, I still have a couple more stories to publish (and update…), wish me luck. :) Also reviews would be lovely, thank you. :)
Sign, G L. [Jakarta, 12.05.2014]
Edited a bit. [Jakarta, 17.05.2014] [Jakarta, 23.06.2014]