A/N: Well, once again I'm not dead, and to show, it, my new obsession!
Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!, nor am I a UMA...really. .
"Don't look now, but I think that woman may be a UMA."
Of course they looked.
Tsuna squeaked in fear and cast a frantic look around the street. "A what? Where?!" Yamamoto took it to the next level and turned full circle in the middle of the street, eyes bright and curious. This garnered a few sideways glances from others out doing their shopping, including the object of the bomber's attention, who frowned at the tall boy spinning in the street before going back to her book.
Gokudera grabbed Yamamoto in what looked to be a friendly embrace round his shoulder but was in actuality more of a choke-hold. "What did I say about looking, you idiot?" he hissed into the taller boy's ear.
"Haha, sorry, just wanted to see what you were talking about," he smiled brightly, which made the shorter boy want to punch him in the face. Just a little.
"Um, Gokudera, what do you mean? And who exactly is the...'UMA'?" Tsuna asked sheepishly, hoping his friends wouldn't start fighting in the middle of town.
Gokudera looked around suspiciously before leading the group off to the side, standing in front of a window to what looked to be a bakery. "A UMA is an Unidentified Mysterious Animal, Boss, though I'm sure you already knew that." He did not in fact know that but couldn't bring himself to tell the other, whose eyes gleamed with a devotion commonly seen in puppies.
"So…why do you think this lady is an Undeniable Mystery Animal?" asked Yamamoto.
"Unidentified Mysterious Animal! Get it right, you stupid baseball idiot!" the silver-haired smoker spat.
"You know, calling me stupid and an idiot is redundant," Yamamoto mused. With the glare directed at him, it was surprising that spontaneous combustion was not achieved this day.
"Let's get back to this UMA issue," Tsuna suggested, stepping between the two taller boys. "So, who is it?"
"Her," Gokudera held up a hand close to his face and pointed at the woman reading quietly at the café across the street, her hair shining a bright pink.
Yamamoto cocked his head to the side. "Why would you say that? She doesn't look mysterious or like an animal." He looked at Gokudera and grinned at his glower. "Your face is gonna stay like that," he teased, leaning back nonchalantly against the wall.
"You are so infuriating!" Gokudera threw up his hands and then crossed his arms, turning his back to the baseball player.
Tsuna looked hopelessly at Yamamoto, then back at Gokudera, wondering how to diffuse yet another situation between the two. "Gokudera, don't worry about it, I just don't think he gets…" Tsuna trailed off.
"Boss?" Gokudera looked back at him in concern. Following his eyes, he fought the urge to screech; Yamamoto had wandered across the street, and was now conversing with the UMA.
"Fuuuuuu-" Gokudera could've killed him. Legitimately, taken out a rocket bomb and shoved it up his-no, he would stay calm. He took a deep, calming breath as he didn't want to embarrass the Boss anymore. "Doesn't he know that a UMA when prompted can be dangerous?!" he whispered angrily, ducking into the shadows of the bakery door.
"Don't worry Gokudera," Tsuna said in his most soothing manner, sensing the dark aura around his friend. "I'm sure he won't mention the whole UMA thing to her," he supplied hopefully.
Gokudera calmed slightly at this. That is until the idiot started waving cheerily at them and pointed animatedly all the while talking to the UMA-girl. "You know what?" he said darkly, glaring daggers at the oblivious Yamamoto. "Let her eat him."