Hey, this is my first fanfic ever. This 5996 idea just came to me yesterday, and I've been slowly building on it, so hopefully it will accumulate into something :3 Anyway, I most certainly do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn, it is owned by Amano Akira.
Please enjoy!
Gokudera was annoyed. He stared intensely at Chrome, who fidgeted uncomfortably.
All of the Vongola Guardians were, reluctantly, gathered in some sort of secret conference room in a deserted office building. Reborn sat primly on the slumped shoulder of the Vongola Tenth, who was obviously knocked out for failing to offer Reborn his seat. The remaining six Guardians, excluding Lambo, who was busy stuffing his sticky face with grape candies, and Hibari, who stood glaringly in his own corner, were seated around a large table, looking blankly at each other.
Gokudera was annoyed not only at Reborn for causing the Tenth's unconsciousness, but also at the Mist Guardian. He had always wondered what was so special about her; Tsuna was always inquiring about her safety, or her whereabouts. Though, he was beginning to understand why baseball nut had commented that Chrome was a much cuter Guardian than that bastard Mukuro. Realizing what he had just thought, Gokudera blushed furiously, though his piercing gaze at Chrome would lead one to believe that he was just angry looking.
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Chrome Dokuro was embarrassed. Being around all the other Guardians was enough, but having the Storm Guardian scrutinizing her with an intense expression from across the table was humiliating. She contemplated reasons why the Storm Guardian was staring at her so deeply. I hope my uniform top isn't too short. Maybe I should start wearing the clothes that Bianchi-san and the girls bought for me. Finally, Reborn spoke.
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"I believe that you Guardians should get to know each other more. As I once said, 'Keep your enemies close, and your Family closer,'" Reborn said solemnly.
"That is extremely wise!" Ryohei agreed, nodding vigorously. Yamamoto also nodded. Tch, he never said that, Gokudera thought.
"So, let us begin. As we go around the table, state your name, something interesting about yourself, and something that nobody knows about you," Reborn said. "We'll skip Tsuna for now, and start to the right. Gokudera?"
Clearing his throat, Gokudera said, "Gokudera Hayato. I am the Tenth's right hand man, and…" he thought carefully about what he should say next. "I am very good at playing piano." Reborn gestured for Yamamoto to go next.
"I'm Yamamoto Takeshi, but you all know that!" he chuckled. "I like baseball of course, but I also love volleyball. When I was young, at six years old, my mother died." Everyone was silent, but of course they were listening. "She was even better at making sushi then my father." Yamamoto smiled, regardless.
Continuing around the table, Gokudera sighed, irritated, as Lambo proclaimed his love for grapes and octopus balls, as well as his dreams to rule the world and become the boss of the Bovino. At Ryohei's loud announcement that he loved boxing and secretly wished to battle a kangaroo, Gokudera sniffed disdainfully and threw a pencil at him. Soon, all eyes were on Chrome.
Chrome widened her eyes, as though in disbelief, though she quickly composed herself. "I am Chrome Dokuro," she began quietly. "Something interesting about myself...ah, I am ¾ Italian, and ¼ Japanese, and I was born in Italy."
Without thinking, Gokudera asked in Italian, "Quale parte d'Italia?" (A/N: What part of Italy?) Again, he blushed at his outburst. He was surprised, though he vaguely remembered her speaking Italian at her battle against Mammon. Gokudera was also caught off guard, because he too was of the same background.
"Ho vissuto a Firenze prima di venire a Namimori," (A/N: I lived in Florence before I came to Namimori.) Chrome was equally surprised at how fast she replied in her native tongue. Ryohei and Yamamoto looked at the Storm and Mist Guardian, confused. Hibari rolled his eyes.
"Parla giapponese. Gli altri non parlano l'italiano," (A/N: Speak Japanese. The others do not speak Italian.) Reborn cut in. In Japanese, he said to Chrome, "Don't forget to say something that nobody knows about you."
Absently putting a slender finger to her chin, Chrome pondered, and surprised everyone with her next words. "Before Mukuro-sama saved me, I was a girl called Nagi." Reborn nodded, and then gestured for Hibari to take his turn. Reborn was regarded with a glare.
"I am Hibari Kyoya, Head Prefect of Namimori Middle's Disciplinary Committee. I like hamburger and coconut juice. This yellow bird-" he motioned to the yellow fluff ball atop his head, "is not my first bird. I once had a parrot." Mouths agape, the other Guardians turned to Reborn.
"Thank you for sharing, everyone; that is enough for today. Come on, dame-Tsuna." With that, he started towards the door, dragging Tsuna's groggy form after him. Ryohei jogged speedily out, yammering about what a great workout the long staircase would be. Hibari scoffed, and hopped swiftly out the window. Chrome slowly exited the building, trident in hand, having trouble processing the situation. Yamamoto and Gokudera were right behind her.
After Chrome turned the corner towards Kokuyo Land, Gokudera was left with Yamamoto chattering non-stop. "You talked to her a lot today, huh?" Yamamoto smiled. "She's very cute." He looked away sheepishly at his last statement, then waved goodbye as Takesushi came into view.
Gokudera wandered off to the park, and sat at one of the swings. He couldn't believe how much he and the Mist Guardian were alike – was that even possible? Gokudera didn't, however, notice that while he was thinking about Chrome, a scarlet hue was threatening to dust his cheeks.
There's not enough Gokudera x Chrome fanfiction here! ;-; Anyway, please Rate and Review!