Of all the floaty plot bunnies hopping around in my head, the one I chose to develop was, of course, the worst. Shattered was telling me about the horrible run-into-each-other-while-rounding-a-corner cliché *censored* was going to use in her fic and this popped up out of nowhere. So I scribbled out a few lines, then decided, 'Let's post it!', so… yeah. Enjoy (if you can bring yourself to do it).
Vongola Decimo Sawada Tsunayoshi sighed as he made his way towards his classroom for remedial lessons. Yamamoto was supposed to attend as well, but with a major game coming up in a matter of weeks, he had been excused and they had bid a cheery farewell after lunch.
Gokudera, to his horror, had been ambushed and dragged off (screaming, of course) by Bianchi- something about 'bonding'- so he was unable to accompany his beloved Tenth to remedial classes, never mind the fact that he aces all his subjects anyway.
Climbing the stairs, he wondered why he had to attend these lessons. There were his grades, of course, but it wasn't as if having to go through Reborn's wasn't enough.
The bell rang, loud and sharp, snapping Tsuna out of his reverie. Crap. He began a mad dash along the corridor, late for class.
He rounded a corner, only to find himself staring at a wall forming half of said corner, cheek on the floor. Now, the reason for this is that it just so happened that there had been someone else rounding the corner as well.
Speaking of which, the floor seemed oddly warm, for, well, a floor. Furthermore, it seemed to be growling.
Propping himself up, even later for class, he realized that whatever it was, it most certainly was not a floor. In fact, it looked like a shirt. A shirt with someone in it. A shirt that looked suspiciously like…
Oh, fish.
He glanced up, the sight before him confirming his fears.
FishfishFISH. I am so screwed…
How right he was, for in his face was the close-up of another, a pissed- off expression adorning it. Said face belonged to a person everyone recognized as the head of Nanimori Junior High's discipline committee, Hibari Kyoya.
So there it is. Pun intended, if you could call it that. Yes, I know it's short. Next chapter will be longer, I'll try to update it on Tuesday, E-learning Day, but no promises, blah blah blah. Review, constructive criticism welcome, flames used to burn derrières of flamers, etc.