Welcome to my newest- other than Miraculous Madness- story! I call it 'Shipping and Handling'!

.:edit_March 7th 2017: I changed the title. It's now "Three's Company!" The basis of the story is listed below, I just figured 'Shipping and Handling' was a little bit .. odd, hence the change./edit:.

Why? Well, based off of the fandom term shipping, and the (man)handling, or (mis)handling of these characters, I thought I'd add my two cents to the craziness. It's also KHR, YAY! I loove KHR for whatever reason, and Tsuna is just so precious, I can't help but mess with him... :D I'm a jerk!

This is (supposed to be) a 'short', 'little' project of mine. Enjoy the madness!

1] Talking

A/N: Talking is the minific that will ship Longchamp, Tsuna and Basil. Why these three? It was an arbitrary choice, mostly, and I wanted compare their styles of talking- Basil is old-fashioned and soft-spoken, Longchamp is (a lot) more outgoing and... eh, vocal... while Tsuna is withdrawn, self-conscious and hesitant- unless, of course, it pertains to one of Reborn's schemes... Which it totally does... :D

(I should stop drinking coffee after 6pm... Ahaha...)

"Sawada-dono, I must confess, I do not understand why you wanted me to follow Tsunayoshi-dono to school." Basil stared at his boss, perplexed by the older blond's odd request. The older man was determined to protect his 'dear Tsuna-fishie', even though the boy had his Guardians, and the World's Strongest Hitman around him almost always, and the bosses of the Tomaso, Simon, Chiavarone, Giglio Nero and Neo Gesso Famiglias were in nigh-constant communication with the Decimo- as to be expected when the young bosses of the Simon and Tomaso Famiglias were two of Tsuna's schoolmates. 'Not that I really trust the Tomaso boss all that much..' Basil mused, 'He is too caught up in being a would-be Cassanova to help Tsunayoshi-dono... Not in the way I can...'

[This is actually a line break{What?! I didn't order a double-whip mocha frappe!}Deal with it]

"Tsuna-fishie~! Come here and give your papa a hug~!" Tsuna's entire class, including the returned Reboyama-sensei, stared at the admittedly well-dressed blond weirdo that just barged into the classroom, ranting about Dame-Tsuna- those who knew Tsuna closely knew that the short brunette's temper was piqued that day, and Iemitsu just had to go and do a dumb thing, in public- which really soured the normally chill, 'just-roll-with-the-wacky-antics' persona Tsuna had adopted.

The young Decimo was rather pissed off, and was inching towards the edge of his seat when Basil's usually calm, but not-so much at the moment, voice drifted closer to the door as the older teen got closer to the classroom. When he got to the doorframe, he held Iemitsu back from attempting to glomp his 'adorable lil' Tuna'.

The calmer blond looked actually angry with his boss- which was more than evident in the way he addressed the older man, a stern, steely 'I'm-actually-done-with-your-shit-for-the-next-five-years' tone of voice, "No! Sawada-dono! What did Lal try to hammer into your skull?! What did Oregano say?! What have I been trying to tell you for the last fifteen minutes!?" The young CEDEF agent struggling to contain his annoyance at his boss' impulsivity.

Unintentionally, Basil's own anger towards his occasionally stupider-than-stupid boss snapped Tsuna from his anger towards his stupider-than-stupid father; in an instant, the brunette calmed down enough to realize the comedy that was currently his life, and looked for all the world like he was about to start hysterically laugh-crying.

Longchamp stifled a laugh at the expense of his fellow boss, the tiny brunette's anger unmistakable, yet still rather laughable- who was this clown? How were they even in the Vongola Familglia? Tsuna's eyes narrowed, a hint of amber flashing, the temperature of the room seemed to drop several degrees. Tsuna spoke, with enough ice in his voice to make a glacier jealous, "Otou-san, why are you here? Better question: how on Earth did you even know where my class is? How hasn't Hibari-san attempted to maim you yet?"

This cool dismissal had the effect of making Iemitsu look like Tsuna just kicked his puppy, and he sank into a depressed crouch, a storm cloud seeming to appear over his head. The entire class- sans Tsuna- sweatdropped; Tsuna's glare intensified, and there was an impression that if Tsuna could create ice, there would be a sheet of it covering the walls and floors, and icicles dangling precariously over his oafish father. Several people shuddered at the sudden image- Longchamp included. 'I wouldn't really want to be his dad right now...'

As Tsuna's glare intensified, Basil flinched a bit, the sheer frigidness in the young Tenth's eyes palpable, as he waited for his halfwit father's response. The three of them would no doubt be having a talk later, if Basil read the promise of pain in Tsuna's normally warm eyes.

All the while, Reborn had a sort-of satisfied smirk on his face, Dame-Tsuna had a backbone, he knew, but a temper, oho, well... He could work with that, it was always beneficial that a boss knew how to hold back or re-utilize anger, and identifying berserk buttons- well, it had the added benefit of being an amusing way to see who thought an angry Tsuna was a hot Tsuna- and was that interest in the young Tomaso boss' eyes? Was that the spark of arousal in Iemitsu's apprentice's gaze? Would Tsuna notice? Who was he kidding, he was going to find out what other little things that made Dame-Tsuna tick, and he was sure as hell gonna make sure that he had a certain audience... 'Oh yes,' Reborn thought, as the satisfied smirk became much more devilish, 'This is going to be good...'

Talking? Who actually does that?

A/N: Cheers lovies! You finished the first part of 11 KHR snapshots! You who are interested in this, you have 10 more chapters! I have to finish writing these! :D Aie, why do I do this to myself?