Disclaimer: One Outs and Katekyo Hitman Reborn are manga works made by Shinobu Kaitani-sensei and Akira Amano-sensei, respectively. I'm going to take this plot as an account of my own, since Kawanaka and Miura have never met, and this is only a 'what-if' scenario that came from a stupid idea my muse gave to me.

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A White Elephant for an Ingrate: Chapter 2

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Kawanaka fished out his phone out of his pocket to check the time. Then he grimaced. How many hours he should have spent training but just went to waste because of her?!

"Oh my, they are gorgeous! I don't know they sell those awesome chocolate truffles! How much are these?!" Haru exclaimed like a kid in a candy shop. Well, technically this is a sweets shop, but that made the brunette act like a kid with a sweet tooth. It was a wonder why you don't get fat. With all those volume of sugar and calories...

"Excuse me?!" The woman yelled.

He just looked at her confused. That was when he realised that he spoke out his thoughts out loud. Women and their obsessions. What was so trivial about their weight, anyway?

Then he decided that he should place an intelligent reply. "What?! That is true - I mean, you women are having fun with sweets, but you never get any fatter... Take yourself as an example... " Then he realised what he said and he tried (and failed) to think of any words to dampen her womanly pride. Haru saw that, though.

"You... you mean Haru's pretty?" She asked with a shy smile on her lips.

That was the first time the pitcher saw that look on anyone's face. Usually, all he received on a daily basis were the looks of jealousy and and ice-cold glares. Never had he received something like this... him being appreciated.

He found himself blush at that.

Oh, and I found her beautiful just now?!... Well, she's cute - wait.. Ha-ha, I need some sleep, yes. Just a little bit of sleep would avoid this stupidity.

Haru gasped as she saw his expression. Well, it's not a big deal, but he slapped his own face.

"Hahi, are you alright?! Why did you do that?!"

The brunette attempted to touch his face but he evaded it as he coughed, then he replied. "Yes - well not really. You're cute, but we just met. Not only that, I haven't slept yet. Don't put your hopes up."

She just sighed. This person has deep social issues... kinda like... him.

"Then... " The tourist sat on one of the unoccupied chairs. "Sit with me. Haru could see how tired you are... " He ignored her command, but when he started his first step to move away, his ears picked up a little threat. "It's alright if you don't want to accompany her. But Haru just want to tell you that she picked up your solo gayish tirade earlier. Oh, Haru can't wait to show this to the public - "

SLAM!

Haru couldn't continue her blackmail due from the immediate shock she received from the PMS-ing human in front of her. That monkey who was outraged by her friendly suggestion just changed his mind and suddenly sat in front of her silently as if he was daring her to continue.

"Fine, I will sit with you... " Kawanaka grumbled with gritting teeth. His reply delighted Haru, but as she was passing him a slice of chocolate cake, he continued. "But, in one condition."

The woman stopped on her movements as she listened intently.

Then, she paled.

The ravenhead then smirked. "I'll eat that stupid cake you ordered. In exchange, you have to drink... this..."

At the same time, a waitress appeared with two piping hot teacups of black espresso.

Hahi?!

She doesn't drink coffee. She never did - well not really. She had tried it once... she regretted doing that again. If it wasn't because of that irresponsible man...

Now Haru has to do it again?!

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Yay chapter 2, we're on the roll baby!