I really can't do any fluffs. My skills on fluff are bad. This story was supposed to be fluff, but I'm going to change it to make it a little crazy-giving it a splash of madness.
Tsuna has a little bit of a different type of personality in this story—Giotto as well.
Writers write about their obsessions. They write about what they have been holding inside of them for a much extended period of time, so they write. They let out what they've always wanted to let out, but couldn't express physically. A pencil and paper sufficed—hence a story is created.
Tsunayoshi yawns as he walks to school with his two best friends by his side: Yamamoto and Gokudera. Waking up so early in the mornings just to go to school makes Tsuna feel as if his life span is shaving away for losing valued sleep. Maybe that's also why he's so short and weak… He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
Yamamoto was having a one sided conversation with Gokudera with him yelling at him and Yamamoto laughing it off. Tsuna paid no attention to their strange conversations. One time, he caught the two arguing about one of them leaving their stuff at the other's house. Were they hanging out together after school lately? Tsuna doesn't seem to pay attention to it, nor was he asked to come over either. Maybe something's up.
'Meh. Whatever. It's probably nothing.' Tsuna thought.
In a nearby corner at another street, Giotto was watching as the trio walked their way to the school—mostly Tsuna. He finally avoided the annoying fangirls early in the morning. How did they get his address anyway?
"It's not fair…" Giotto muttered to himself. "I want to walk him to school myself…"
G, his best friend, was alongside him, frowning at the fact that Giotto was spying on the idiot's love interest so casually. G really prefers that Giotto should just confess and not stall any longer with this 'waiting and watching' thing. Or… more like 'stalking and watching'. He scratched the side of this face with the tattoo of red flames and yawned.
"Why don't you just talk to him?" G said, folding his arms. "It won't hurt."
"I did." Giotto said, "I talk to him a lot."
"I meant more like tell him how you feel."
"What if he rejects me?" Giotto has waterfalls running down his face from his eyes. His lips form a puppy-like pout, still watching and following behind the trio.
"It's better than wondering whether or not he likes you." G continues, "I say he likes you."
"How so?" Giotto quickly turns his head to G, listening.
"My younger bro says the kid talks a lot about you." G said.
Giotto nods, but is still unconvinced. He needs more data; more evidence. Giotto turns back to the trio, but the three were gone. They probably went ahead when the two stopped to have a conversation. Giotto cursed under his breath and ran towards the direction of the school building, hoping to catch up to them. G sighed and walked at his own pace to school, still seeing that it was long before the bell rings.
"What?" Tsuna was having a conversation on his cell phone with his cousin, Reborn, on the roof during the free period.
"You heard it right, little bunny rabbit. The deadline for your second book is three months from now. Have you started writing?" Reborn asks and continues, "Because if you didn't I'd have to punish you for slacking."
Tsuna doesn't see it, but he can feel the sadistic smirk coming from the other side of the line. There is no way his day was going to be ruined over a book he can't finish writing. Lerin's Maskerade Ball was the time when he could write. Now, he feels as if he lost his flame and can no longer write. That book was nearly a year old. How could he write something as popular again without experiencing a writer's block? Bad news is:
One: He hasn't even started on his second book yet.
Two: He doesn't know what to write about.
Three: No title.
Four: He might have to pull a couple of all-nighters to get it finished.
Five: There is not a single rough draft on the second book.
Finished. Tsuna is finished. Right before his second year in his writing career… he's finished.
Not wanting to get punished, Tsuna answered with a nervous 'I have' before saying goodbye and hanging up. He sighed. Tsuna is fresh out of ideas.
He then logged on onto Fanfiction on his cell phone with his username, Yoshiki, and checked up on his only story posted: Ice Prince. It was about a man with ice cold blue eyes and cold attitude who said that he never wished to fall in love after being betrayed by his fiancé. They broke apart and he remained lonely and grew colder and colder every day. He then traveled to Norway, high up north of Europe with its cold weathers, matching his very soul. Unfamiliar with the culture and location, he passed out in a blizzard and met a beautiful maiden living in a small home that took him in and nursed him back to health.
The story, with eight chapters, has surpassed 250 reviews. If only he could get that same inspiration again… He sighed and logged out.
"Herbivore."
Tsuna heard a smooth, deep, menacing voice coming from his left. He took a quick glance and paled. 'It's Hibari Kyoya. But he's not with his brother today…'
"Y-y-yes?" Tsuna weakly replied.
"No cell phones visible on school grounds." Hibari reached his hand to the phone and swiped it away from him. "Confiscated." He said with a smirk.
"B-b-but!" Tsuna had a sinking feeling in his stomach.
"Your cell phone will be sent home today after school personally by the student council." Hibari coldly stated. "You should have been an obedient little stray cat and abided by the school rules." He said as he left, smirk still on his face.
First a little bunny rabbit, then a little stray cat. Tsuna felt he was going to faint. Most of his 'Yoshiki and Yoshitsune' information was on that phone. He can't let his mother see it—or anyone else for that matter.
Giotto was sitting in his office at the student council with his friends: G, Asari, Daemon, Knuckles, and Lampo with the exception of Alaude who was making rounds at the school even after the dismissal bell has rung. Everyone is home, yet he wishes to make rounds. But he hates crowds, so it explains why he doesn't want to share the same room with them anyway.
Hibari Kyoya came in without knocking and handed Giotto that same cell phone. Giotto was surprised to see it in his hands, ignoring the fact that Hibari came in without knocking.
'Tsuna's phone?' Giotto was filled with ecstasy, but didn't want to express it in front of his friends.
"Whose phone is that?" Daemon asked, mischievously curious.
"Not sure." Giotto lied. He had no idea why he lied, but the stares and smiles coming from his friends triggered his intuition saying that 'they know it's Tsuna's phone'. Giotto put the phone in his pocket and resumed back to his paperwork. No fangirls now means he can get work done.
"Not gonna tell?" Lampo said while eating a cupcake.
'Do they know…? Was it that obvious?' Giotto thought to himself.
"I really don't know." That was all that came out of Giotto's mouth. He tried to sound as convincing, but it seems that all of his friends know of his obsession. G already knows personally, but the rest of them knew by just watching him… He gulps. He's not weird. Not weird at all.
Giotto was following Tsuna home about 100 feet away like he always does every day until 'his' cell phone rang. He jumped a bit due to the sound and also because he didn't have this type of ringtone. He daringly picked up the line, held it up to his ear, and a deep voice was heard on the other side.
"Little bunny rabbit Yoshitsune~, I called to tell you that your deadline was cut because of no sign of progress shown in your next book. There are many demands for you to make a second book to Lerin's Maskerade Ball. Do you want to?" On the other side was none other than Reborn. He was waiting for an answer, but all there was on the other side of the line was silence with the exception of small sounds of breathing.
"Tsuna? Tsunayoshi? Hello?" Reborn was frowning due to the silence.
Giotto hung up the phone without a word, eyes wide and staring at Tsuna as he enters his home and waves goodbye to his friends.
Somewhere in the same city, an angry Reborn repeated a 'hello?' on the phone wondering why he was hung up on without a word. He's going to punish the bunny rabbit.
Tsuna is Yoshitsune?
The one who wrote Lerin's Maskerade Ball?
Tsuna. Yoshitsune.
Tsunayoshi Sawada. Yoshitsune.
TsunaYOSHI… YOSHItsune…
A lightbub flashed above his head as he made the connection.
"No way." Giotto smiled.