Title: Picking-Up 400 Years of Tradition
Author: Ri-Ryn
Genre: Humor/Family
Word Count: 662
Rating: M* (Content suitable for Mature Teens) / +T
Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn belongs to Akira Amano.
Summary: Tsuna is to carry on the heavy burden of tradition, insinuated by Vongola Primo himself. Will Tsuna's guardians be able to maintain their sanity and image of Tsuna?
Warnings: Implied shounen-ai/yaoi pick-up lines as jokes. Perverted pick-up lines!
Chapter: Primo's Spark
A/N: I don't necessarily mind shounen-ai/yaoi, and these pick-ups lines, I thought, were just too funny to keep to myself. I came up with them at school, and then I kept thinking some teacher's going to pick it up in class and look. Well, they didn't. Hope everyone finds them funny! The first generation lines will be cause/effect. Enjoy. I beta everything myself.
Story Art Cover: .com by: ~Alasse-Tasartir
Asari-
Giotto heard Asari in his room practicing by himself and grinned slyly. This was an excellent place for him to start. Walking into the room, he sat himself on the rain guardians lap.
"Ehe, uh… Giotto? What are you doing?" Asari nervously fidgeted with his boss in his lap.
Giotto coyly turned his head into the crook of Asari's neck. "Hey Asari, you love your flute, right? Would you mind playing a piece called Giotto with me? I'm in tune with A-sharp right now."
Effect: Asari found himself a richer man after selling his last flute. Besides, it was a little bit to passionate an instrument for him.
G-
The storm man was leisurely reclining on a sofa in the sun room when Giotto swayed in and plopped himself down on the side of the sofa. He leaned over G with his arms on both sides.
"W-wh-what the hell Giotto?"
"G, I must say your tattoo is one sexy piece of art. But," Giotto drew a hand back through his hair, catching the rays of the sun and giving his silky locks a heavenly, golden hue. He put on his best pout, "it isn't the only thing burning up right now."
Effect: G never looked into a mirror again and chronically lost consciences when his tattoo was mentioned or the day Giotto took a break from his paperwork.
Knuckles-
Knuckles was walking to service when Giotto called out to him.
Knuckles waited patiently as Giotto caught both his breath and composure. He bent down onto one knee and grabbed Knuckles hand and kissed the top.
"Giotto! What are you extremely trying to do!"
"Knuckles," Giotto tilted his head up and looked at Knuckles through half-closed eyes, "you are my sunshine. Can I bathe in your radiance for service tonight?"
Effect: Knuckles spent an entire month fasting, meditating, and in confession after this incident.
Lampo-
"Lampo!" Giotto called out to boy. He watched as Lampo turned around to see him. Giotto confidently strode up and placed both hands on Lampo's shoulders, staring deeply into his eyes.
"Lampo, I don't mind that you're lazy. I'll do all the work; I just need to borrow you from time to time."
Lampo gingerly eased out of Giotto's grip wide eyed. "Yeah, sure Primo. Ju-just holler, I guess…"
Effect: Lampo always wondered what Primo meant that day. He never did call him…
Daemon-
Daemon walked around the corner to run into the Vongola don. "Watch where you're going you fool!" He complained angrily.
Giotto quickly grabbed the front of Daemon's shirt, lifting him off the ground into the wall. Daemon hung above the ground and Giotto wasn't smiling.
"Daemon, I know what I see between us isn't an illusion; unless you see rose petals and the absence of clothes as pleasant too~"
Daemon numbly stared into Giotto's blue eyes. What?
Effect: Daemon trying to kill Tsunayoshi and co. to prevent this from happening in the future.
Alaude-
Giotto was sitting on the edge of his desk when Alaude walked in to hand him a report. Giotto grabbed it from him and threw it behind his back.
"Alaude, come closer please."
Alaude eyed him warily, "Why?"
Giotto glared crossly. "Just get over here and do it. I have a question for you."
Alaude shuffled over and stiffened when Giotto wrapped his arms around his neck loosely.
"Alaude, I know you believe handcuffs to have only one purpose. So, if I assault you, would you arrest me and slap them on?"
Giotto grinned.
"If that's what you want."
Giotto frowned.
Effect: Giotto wound up in the hospital. Alaude, on the other hand, came to bear an innate fear and respect of the Vongola boss as he tended to his own wounds. Indeed, Primo was a carnivore.
Thus, Giotto started a long lasting tradition to be carried on for generations to come of future Mafia dons. Scare the hell out of your guardians for carelessly abandoning you in paperwork.