ON WITH THE TREND
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! If I did, 1827 will be canon. :p
"Kitte kitte (You know, you know), I heard that if you put something under your head or pillow, you'll have that thing forever!"
"Really? Really? Is it effective for boys too?"
"Ami-chan is really flirty."
"But.. But don't you want to put a picture of Gokudera-sama under your pillow and be his girlfriend?"
"You have a boyfriend, you know?"
"Yuuko-chin! Yamamoto-sama will be yours if you do this."
"Kyaaaa!"
Curious chocolate brown eyes swiveled towards the giggles and squeals the girls in the hallways are making.
"Tch. Keep it down! Don't you see you're bothering Juudaime?!"
The silver haired delinquent and one of the topics of the noise glared, hands holding dynamites to shut them up—for good.
"Gokudera-kun?"
"Hai (Yes) Juudaime? Don't worry. I'll make them shut up"
"Hahaha, Gokudera really likes his fireworks, ne Tsuna?" Yamamoto Takeshi laughed as he swung his arms around Tsunayoshi Sawada's shoulders.
"Yakyuu-Baka (Baseball Idiot)! For the last time, these are dynamites!" The green-eyed boy glared at the jock who continued to chuckle at the shouting Gokudera Hayato.
"It's okay Gokudera-kun. I was not really bothered." Tsuna cut in before any more arguments can erupt.
He thinks Yamamoto deliberately riles up Gokudera just for the heck of it. Natural (sadistic) hitman indeed.
"If you say so Juudaime." Gokudera put back the stick of dynamite to whatever interdimensional pocket he hides them in.
The three were walking towards the rooftop when they had been the unwilling (but very curious, in one brunette boy's case) listener to the above conversation of the recent trend in the Namimori Middle School (Namimori Chuugakuen).
He casted one last look to the girls (who are now staring and squealing- quietly, lest they anger Gokudera-sama again and blow their chances away of being the ones who will snag two of the most popular boys in the school) and walked away flanked by his friends.
Reborn likes to call them his guardians, he likes to ignore Reborn— with painful consequences.
He has a plan. But he should be very, very and he means veeeeeeeery quiet for it to work.
There are two ways this can end. One in a very painful— very thoroughly bitten to death— way.
The other is in a happily ever after (well, the first step to it, but it's a dangerous, life-threatening start. And in his case, he was willing to try anything. He needs a miracle after all) with his recent crush.
And he very much loves being alive and breathing.
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The tonfa-wielding prefect woke up from his nap.
He was on his noon break, taking a well-deserved rest after biting a number of people who disturbed the peace of his beloved Namimori. There were still quite a lot of people who needed to be reminded of who he is. And what he does.
He felt something heavy (but soft) on his legs, the silver-eyed boy looked at the foreign weight (there wasn't anything there when he slept). He saw brown. A lot of brown.
His eyes roamed over the figure— the boy (he decided when he noticed the boy's uniform for Namichuu) and concluded.
"Herbivore. What are you doing?" Hibari Kyoya readied his tonfa and mentally counted to 3. He has that much patience for his little-animal-like (never-to-be) boss.
Tsuna woke up, looked at the prefect with wide eyes and shouted, "HIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!" and ran as if his life depended on it (and it did).
Still feeling the after effects of his nap, Hibari let this one go. But really, he is not a pillow to be slept on.
He needs to teach the herbivore a lesson next time. There are plenty of chances. After all, it is the hunt that is most fun for a carnivore.
He smirked.
Let the hunt begin.
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Tsuna huffed. He bent his body and breathed in and out to take in the much needed oxygen after running. He looked back from where he came from. And calling all the training the sadistic baby gave him gleefully, he tried to sense if Hibari-san came after him.
Either he was delusional or he was really off the hook.
"He's not coming Dame-Tsuna (Useless Tsuna)." Reborn, wearing a green, leafy baby costume popped up from beside him.
"WAAAAH! Reborn! Where did you come from?!" Tsuna jumped and swiveled his head to his tutor from hell.
"Doesn't matter Dame-Tsuna. If that made you tired, that means I've been too kind on you. Run again." Leon transformed into a gun and Reborn pointed the muzzle at him.
"No Reborn! This is just nervousness catching up. Reborn… put Leon-gun down. Please."
"Run Dame-Tsuna."
"HIIIIIIEEEEEE!", And Tsuna ran. Again.
Because his life depended on it. Again.
But as he pumped his legs away from the gun-wielding baby, he turned red and smiled. It was somewhat a success. He planned to wake up before the prefect but it didn't work. Well, he didn't get bitten so it's alright.
He blushed again. He really did it.
He lifted his head up looked at the cloudy sky and smiled.
What next [love]trend will he try next?
It's only the start after all.
A/N: I have no excuse. This just came up to me one day and I have to get it out. Hahaha, so I hoped you enjoyed it. :)
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