'Uke or seme? What type of question is that?!'
Tsunayoshi Sawada stared down at his application form. This was to be his first job but seriously? Did most employers want to know this? Preference was bordering but position? This was just a little too weird for his tastes. But he needed money and his mother was standing by waiting for him to grow up and get a job.
After staring for a few minutes he sighed and begrudgingly circled uke.
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Okay! Finally finished! Yay!
Looking back he mentally cried. He had a snowball's chance in hell of being hired but at least he could say he tried. His answers were more than pathetic.
Experience-none.
Strengths-endurance. This answer had been scribbled out numerous times and finally endurance was chosen. He does endure failing at life every day.
Talents-being able to withstand falling down stairs. This one had been left blank till the end, you can see why.
The more he looked back the more he cringed till suddenly the dreaded paper was slipped into a manila envelope and off he went.
'Kaa-san, I'm going to the mall.'
'Welcome to the Namimori Shopping Center!'
The signs greeted our desperate hero as he entered. Did you know that **% teenagers get their first jobs in food courts? Well Tsuna was trying to become part of that percentage as he trudged towards his doom. But perhaps a little background information is needed.
The Namimori Shopping Center had been built seven years ago and was not your average mall. It had four stories, over four hundred stores and one of the strangest food courts to have ever been built. The large fountain in the middle sprayed water on uninvited guests and there was always some sort of ruckus going on in the background. When one visited the food court for a drink or maybe a pretzel you had this cozy cover-up feeling. Yes everyone was nice to customers but there always seemed to be something lurking in the background, a flash of steel and the smell of of freshly cleaned floors. Walking through it with folder in hand, Tsuna couldn't help but feel unnerved. There was something off about the place now. Sure there were mothers trying to get their kid to eat that last bite in the background and sure there was still somebody forcing a flyer on you but the air was just tense. Everyone behind a counter seemed to stare, some friendly some not.
Tsuna was starting to get really freaked out. Just a few more tables and then he'd be safe.
CRASH.
Or not.
The victims happened to be Tsuna and a chair. It would have been funny if it not for being so sad.
'Whoa there, need some help?'
Tsuna's savior happened to be golden haired twenty something year old. His smile had a calming effect on our poor lad.
'Uh, thanks?'
The man smiled again till he noticed the envelope.
'Applying for a job?'
The tone sounded guarded, which surprised Tsuna. Surely he couldn't be competition for a job?
'Yeah, at Vongola's™.'
'Oh that place. Well hope you get it!'
And the man, relieved, sauntered off stopping to talk to few girls drinking shakes.
'Kay that was weird.
'So, Sawada-san...'
The manager of Vongola's™ just seemed a little shady. The blacked out window, fedora and gun polishing set was making Tsuna mildly freaked out. Actually a lot but it's best not to show fear in front of these people, they'll eat you alive.
'Your credentials are lacking, you have no experience, your talent is useless in a one story building....'
The insults continued and with each one Tsuna found a little part of himself dying.
'You're hired.'
'Eh?'
The manager raised an eyebrow.
'I said you're hired. Don't make me repeat myself. Your training starts now. After that you'll be assessed to see where you belong. Good day.'
He pressed a button under the desk and Tsuna found himself flung from his seated position into the back kitchen.
'Thought he'd hire you.'
The man from before gave Tsuna a nod. An apron and hat was tossed his way.
'I'm Giotto. I'm the shift manager and the head cook. Guess I'm in charge of training you.'
'Tsuna. Sorry.'
'Huh, oh don't worry about it.'
He waved away Tsuna's apologetic comment and moved some crates revealing a door. Entering he turned back to see Tsuna mouth agape.
'Well come on Tsuna. It's time to welcome you to Vongola's™ Hell.'
Sweat drop.
Dear God what have I gotten myself into?
Cries...I've had this idea forever and writing it so badly makes me cry inside....
The whole premise is based off the book Dogby Walks Alone but no one's in a dog suit(yet)...
This may or may not continue based off of feed back....
If this continues there will be pairnings...lots of BL and het...no G27 though sorry....