Hi hi~~
Yes another story. I'm sorry. But I can't stop. Its a sickness really.
haha anyway HAPPY VALENTINES DAY- this isn't a valentines fic but you know... (shrugs)
Urgh omg I have orientation tomorrow for my University! So nervous~~ if only there was just a sign that pointed out the anime lovers in the crowd...
Well I don't know what else to say right now.
Ok uh- please vote on my new poll and enjoy~~
It had been a stupid whim of his.
Actually it was more the stupid whim of his demon of a tutor Reborn. But looking back he guessed he was grateful for that smirking self confident prick. After all without his interference a certain Sawada Tsunayoshi would have never had gotten his first work published. Colors of the Sky was a surprisingly huge hit. It had won four literary awards and he was one of the youngest to ever earn such a number of trophies.
Of course being the arrogant asshole Reborn was he milked his gratefulness for all it's worth and then some. Though it did make him feel a small flush of accomplishment whenever he noticed the twinkle of pride Reborn so cleverly hid in those dark, black eyes of his.
It had been five years since his first book and since then he had written two individual novels loosely related to his first work which each won two awards, four separate works and recently a children's series called Katekyo Hitman Rebo which was gaining popularity very quickly, there were rumors of the possibility of an anime coming for it but he'd thought it to be quite unlikely.
Now he was entering college at the age of eighteen. It was the very prestigious university Vongola of all things. Luckily he had gotten a literary scholarship or he wouldn't haven even dreamt of entering it.
Vongola meaning clam in Italian. Whilst some may think it to be a stupid, strange name he had thought it to be quite romantic. A clam was something that while looks quite plain has the deceiving ability to perfectly protect and nurture a rough grain of sand into a beautiful pearl that would have the potential to awe and enchant. If that wasn't a suitable name he didn't know what was.
Of course looking at the giant buildings and the crowd of strangers moving in and out of them the brunette couldn't help but gulp at the intimidating presence of it all. While he had moved out of his childhood home years back to properly focus on his writings thus becoming quite independent he had still yet to accomplish getting over his fear of meeting new people. 'You really are useless Dame-Tsuna. All these years and your still the same Dame self.' That voice in his head sounded almost creepily like a certain ex- home tutor who had plagued him even now. Honestly he didn't know what he did to deserve such a tutor and now friend. The brunette for the life of him couldn't decide if he'd done something terrible or wonderful in his past life. Maybe a but of both.
On the bright side at least he knew one more person on campus. Even if he was a sadistic individual who wouldn't hesitate to make his life hell for his own impulsive whims... Oh who was he kidding he was screwed!
Gulping he clung to his vibrant orange messenger bag and began merging with the crowd.
Or well that was what he attempted to do.
Damn him and his accursed clumsiness. He felt himself bump into a figure and the unfortunately rather familiar feeling of falling and landing rather ungraciously on his behind. Looking up his breath immediately hitched as crimson red locked onto caramel brown. They say eyes were a window to one's soul and Tsuna had always stood by that idea. Those eyes, those eyes filled with so much complexity, pain and anger- he felt like he could write pages on those intimidatingly beautiful red orbs, his muse sang to the heavens as ideas ran through his head in a frenzy through his previously deadened barren mindscape of inspiration. He didn't have time to look at this intriguing man any further as he began to speak. His voice was deep and hoarse. And freaking terrifying.
"What the fuck you looking at scum?"
It took an embarrassing few seconds to realize this man was talking to him. Immediately he switched to his natural dame-ness and gave a strangled very unmanly yelp. Oh he could already imagine the torture Reborn would inflict when- not if- when he would find out about it. "Hieeeeee I'm so sorry!" And with out even looking back he dashed into the crowd with a startling fast speed. He didn't even see blood red eyes staring back at his lithe body, following intently at the vanishing figure like a predator staring down at his prey.
The brunette ran quickly, straight to the only place he knew in this huge campus. After all his brother practically forced the information down his throat. It was during those times he could really see how Reborn rubbed off on his older brother when he too helped him learn their shared subjects during those times he invited himself over to their place whenever he was bored or as he liked to say 'in a generous mood to share my wisdom to you Dame-brothers'. Did the curly side-burned man rub off on him too? Suddenly he felt very paranoid about himself.
His thoughts however were cut off when abruptly a taller man similar in appearance to his own but with blond and blue eyes instead of hazel brown hair and caramel brown eyes embraced him in an almost suffocating hug.
"Tsuna!"
"G-Giotto-nii!" He managed to rasp out. Luckily the blond's best friend G swiftly separated the rather clingy male from his beloved brother. "I think that's enough Giotto."
"But G~~~!" The man whined very uncharacteristically as he pouted childishly. Tsuna and the pink haired male sweatdropped at the behavior. Moving his eyes away from his brother his gaze rested on the rest of his older brother's friends sitting on the couch in the teacher's lounge. It was amazing how so many different people were all friends with his brother- hell it was amazing that all of them ended up as teachers in the same university. Reborn was also a teacher (oh god he hoped he wasn't his lecturer) as well as his own friends though Tsuna had never met them like he'd met his brother's. Giotto's friends over time became his friends and while some of the more stubborn ones might refuse to admit it- they were all deeply attached to the fluffy writer. Truth be told while they weren't even aware of it the brunette had actually created the characters from Katekyo Hitman Rebo based off them.
G is the closest and first friend of Giotto's. His most notable traits in appearance was his red (though Tsuna still swears it's pink) chin-length hair, his eyes a shade darker than his hair. He has a red tattoo on the right side of his face that looks similar to a flame caught in a chaotic storm. The man usually wears a white collared shirt which is un-buttoned a little, black pants and a dark green tie that hangs loosely around his neck. Ever loyal and reliable, while calm and mature it was quite hard to believe him to be a former delinquent at first. However the man could be quite violent and ferocious when provoked with his short-temper. Like a raging storm; unpredictable, destructive yet only to the enemies of his friends. He taught math oriented courses as well as is club supervisor for the archery club. G was also the inspiration for his character Gokudera Hayato- a brash short tempered ex-delinquent genius who through certain circumstances becomes an incredibly loyal right hand man to the main character- Tsuna didn't know what G stood for but somehow Gokudera seemed to fit perfectly.
Asari is his brother's next closest friend. Unlike all the others Asari was the only one in the group that was a hundred percent Japanese. Even Tsuna was half Italian of course that was more notable on Giotto's side. With raven black hair, dark eyes, tanned skin and an always smiling face the man was easily likable. Though whilst the male usually dressed in a casual blue button up shirt and black jeans he had an unusual fetish for ancient Japanese culture and it wasn't uncommon to see him cosplay as such. He's friendly and easy going, though, not to mention much more polite and soft-spoken in manner compared to everyone else. Like a calming rain that washed away his comrades worries and strifes. He taught Music, Japanese culture and Japanese history as well as the supervisor for the kendo club. Asari was inspiration for Yamamoto Takeshi- a happy go lucky baseball enthusiast.
Knuckles a very hyper, energetic man was surprisingly quite religious. Always wearing a black golden trimmed shirt which loosely resembled a priest robe, black pants and with a red scarf around his shoulders. He had darkish almost black hair, a bandage over his nose and darkish honey colored eyes that always bubbled with energy that never seemed to run out. Like the rays of the ever shining sun Knuckles never failed to warm and energize everyone around him. He taught courses like Religion and Ethics and surprisingly Medicine as well as supervised the Boxing club. Inspiration for his character Ryohei Sasagawa- the captain of the school's boxing club that seemed to be always be on some sort of energy drink 24/7, his catchword of EXTREME was a twist to Knuckles constantly using the word ULTIMATE.
Lampo was and still is quite the lazy, childish, spoilt one of the group. Born from a wealthy family he was quite arrogant and selfish, actually it took a while for the older to warm up to Tsuna due to some sort of hatred for 'brats' but they quickly bonded via complaining about Reborn and immediately strengthened when the brunette consequently protected Lampo from said tutor's wrath after he found out about them trash talking him. (Though he was barely worth a few minutes of distraction but at least the older teen had managed to escape successfully for the day.)
He has light green hair, electric blue eyes and a small black lightning bolt symbol near his right eye which was usually closed. Lampo usually wore a white flannel shirt that has leather ties around the wrists, and he also dark blue dress pants. Whilst cowardly and fought quite a bit with G, the green haired male in his own way tries to protect or at least divert an oncoming danger from his friends way, like a lightening rod taking the damage onto himself. He lectured part-time on physics and economics, he had turned down an offer to work full-time like everyone else due to laziness and the fact he only took the job so not to get left behind from his friends. Funnily enough Tsuna decided to make his character based off Lampo a child- Lambo. They shared traits similar to each other personality wise and to make things interesting the character had a bright pink bazooka that could switch individuals ten years in the future for five minutes. The ten year version of Lambo is almost exactly like Lampo in every shape and form.
Alaude was possibly the scariest of the group, though the man held quite the soft spot for Tsuna which the brunette reciprocated. He secretly thought Alaude was one of his favorites of Giotto's friends and was one of the first people he shyly showed his writings to. Of course this relationship took a lot of work, time and patience for both sides due to Tsuna's timidity and the older's well... general personality. With platinum blonde hair and sharp ice blue eyes, he wears a buttoned trench coat which is a dark shade of gray, his tie black and wears a dark purple-grey dress shirt the man made an intimidating first appearance. A loner, preferring to work alone not to mention quite unsocial due to a distaste of the idea of feeling bound. The man was confident with his own strength and power as he should be. Alaude could be easily one of the strongest people Tsuna had ever met, not to mention battle crazy.
It was during those times when he watched his brother's (and his) friends screaming in terror as they were chased down by the platinum blond who insisted on 'arresting them to death' did he truly appreciate how the elder thought him as a cute small animal. Despite this whenever his friends are in trouble, Alaude will always help them and show benevolence towards them more than anyone else. Like an aloof cloud, bound by nothing but never to far away to swiftly come to aid. He taught Crime and Forensics courses as well as Literature and surprisingly looked over the Creative Writing course time to time. He also was a self titled Demon Disciplinarian who wouldn't to hesitate to arrest to death anyone who defied the rules. Even Tsuna wasn't exempt from that. Hibari Kyouya- the character derived from Alaude was actually very well received- identical in personality except more during the blond's teenage years when he was less mature and level-headed, focused more on fighting with bloodlust and worthy opponents. The aloof skylark who protected Namimori as the leader of the Disciplinary Committee.
Daemon Spade. Possibly the creepiest and took the longest time to like in the group. Like really long. Let's see Tsuna met him when he was nine so it took him... Actually he was still trying to get used to him. Originating from an aristocratic background he believed firmly that no matter what position one has on life, highly capable people should become the backbone of society. Apparently he used to be a very kind caring individual until an incident with his childhood friend and sweetheart which turned him into the twisted, cruel, inconsiderate teen that he had met all those years ago. Though despite that Tsuna could sense he was still the good person inside- call it intuition if you will. Underneath all the apathy and merciless hatred was tormented guilt. Guilt of not being able to prevent Elena's death. Giotto must have seen it too and the two brothers had made it their mission to help Daemon move on. He was still twisted, very mischievous and manipulative in nature but now he was no longer blinded by grief and guilt. And while he denies being friends with them all Tsuna knew the man secretly treasured their friendship.
That wasn't the reason why the brunette took so long to like him though no- it was because the older man would keep relentlessly teasing him ever since they met. The man was like a less violent but more perverse Reborn. He is usually seen wearing a grey jacket, black or dark indigo shirts, white long pants, silver belt, black boots with several spade patterns and black suit with a simple white tie beneath the jacket. Of course like Asari he too held a fetish for history though for him it was French and could sometimes be seen around the drama area wearing a French-like blue military uniform that he sometimes buttoned, yellow epaulette (a type of ornamental shoulder piece), white long pants, and brown boots as well as a red shirt beneath his uniform. Daemon's most defining physical feature is definitely his teal haired pineapple hairstyle with two zigzag partings.
He was deceiving and a liar to a fault but he was willing to do so in order to protect what's precious, like the shrouding mist that carefully lies to hide the truth. Daemon taught Drama and some art related courses as well as Media and Costume Design. He was also the inspiration for Mukuro Rokudo- of course Tsuna had to tone down the content since the series was aimed for young teens and kids after all.
All six of them were like his brothers along with Giotto. His mother and father were almost never there choosing to rather spend their money on themselves and their extravagant love-cations leaving their sons alone. It was lonely at first but the blond and his buddies never failed to perfectly replace the hole in his heart where his family should be and in turn he strove to be an ever accepting pillar of support like his brother. Like a sky.
"Nufufufu Tsunayoshi shouldn't you be at orientation?" The pineapple-haired male asked bemused at the sudden paling of colour on the brunette's face when realization finally hit. "Hieeeee I'm so late again!"
With a wave farewell the small brunette rushed out of the door as quickly as he came in leaving his brother and friends in the lounge. The moment he was out of sight the room turned cold as sky blue eyes hardened to look at the other males. If one looked closer they could see Giotto's eyes turn a faint shade orange and a flame burning ferociously in them. What was truly terrifying was the angelic smile on the blond's face that never really reached his eyes. That's when they knew some serious shit was going to go down.
"So.."
The tone was deceptively light hearted and cheerful.
"Which of you damn perverts were staring at my cute little brother's ass?"
Every guilty individu- wait- everyone in the room gulped as one.
Hell hath no fury like a protective brother complex.
