The sun started to insert its fade tinges between the lattice-window, sent an infinite amount of dusty cloud within the light. Vongola headquarter hazily stretching its life, the fresh-aroma of breakfast cooked from the kitchen and the crispy sound from the busy maids walking over the hall waking up the lazy one.

Every single room in Vongola headquarter had each way to do their routines. The bodyguards are already up for the last hour to do some manly exercises strengthening their physicals, regularly pumping up their biceps and triceps. All of the maids rushed with the laundries, swept out every dust in every single floor, mopped the muddy terrace from the midnight-grizzles, living up the magnificent fresh Vongola garden.

Well, not to mention that there are some conditions applied for few special rooms which is fortunately had already placed afar from each others. No one would want to see a morning rage with a hall filled up with nasty illusions gathered with unnecessary bomb-testing worsen by the arrival of crying cow-teenager and an extreme guy shouting yelling about boxing and every single time a hero willing to intervene the silly morning-battle, the hall would likely ended up like a wretched ship sliced off from two of eight rain-sword movements. Glad though that the disciplinary leader had owned his private pavilion in the other district so Vongola wouldn't have to meet the end of its history. But that was happened before the boss decided to call an architect to set up a new headquarter design, changed the place of those few rooms, which is hopefully, succeeded to avoid the unwanted early third-war.

Aside from the unnecessary explanations of early-day routine inside the Vongola headquarter, there we have an uncommon morning interaction from the boss' room, cornered in the end of the hall, settled up for people not to get close without permission. It's not like because it's the boss room and designed in a hidden corner of the hall that people avoid to get near it, it's because a certain person had been intuitively setting up an intimidating atmosphere around the area. He called it surveillance, others called it possessive.


Daily Dosage

By fancyshipper

Warning : unbetaed R27

KHR © Amano Akira


After finished buttoning his vest cuffs, Tsuna tilted his head in front of the mirror, realized that his collar is off by the time he inserted his bowtie. Carefully settled it up, Tsuna walked slowly to his desk reaching for his morning coffee. Sipped it gulp by gulp, Tsuna's eye-corner glanced over a certain hitman leaned casually on the window's brim, blew-off a circle smoke from his cigarette.

"What?"

Tsuna choked up by the sudden question, calmly placed his cup back to the mat,"Huh? I'm not saying anything to you"

The man moved, stretching his legs to the other side of the grate and tapping his cigarette's ash pit damper to the ashtray,"You're staring at me, what's that?"

Tsuna's eyebrow upped an inch,"Is it wrong for me to look at you?"

No answer, the silence flowed through between them as the morning light interspersing the space between the closed curtains. Tsuna sighed and walked to the other windows, sliding the curtain so that the room filled up with the sun's rays. The brunette did the same thing with the other windows, leaving the last one beside the hitman barely opened up.

"Reborn..", Tsuna stepped closer to the hitman, wryly called. Still aloofly sucking his cigarette, the hitman adjusted his legs, leaving an empty space in the window-seat. A shadow of pink tinted the brunette's cheek as he saw the other's abs peeked from the disshelved white-shirt.

"Leave it at it", the hitman huffed, his sharp chin gestured to the window, didn't want the curtain to get opened. Tsuna sat on the empty space beside Reborn's legs, his eyes then trailing the entire room. Now that there is only one window's curtain unopened, there is one dark streaked shadow in the middle of the light-rain within the room.

Tsuna peered at Reborn, irked,"You should get ready now"

Reborn's lynx-marble stuck to the gap between the unopened curtains, as if trying to take a look for the scenery outside the window,"Wait"

Tsuna frowned, shook the other's leg,"Stop acting all melancholy, c'mon, get up!"

Reborn scoffed, silently stared at the brunette,"It's rare for you to get so hyped up"

Tsuna rolled his eyes, sarcastically retorted,"Thousand thanks for certain person who'd saved my whole day by not going all the way on the bed this dawn"

The said man grinned, still enjoying his cigarette,"Disappointed?"

Tsuna flinched back, face's showing off a shy umbrage,"W-wha-no!"

A sneered slipped between the cigarette nipped lips. It's true that in the end they weren't going all the way at that dawn. Damn, screw whoever scheduled the CEDEF meeting after brunch, Reborn couldn't help but make things easy to Tsuna. Aside from the fact that seeing a Vongola boss walked in cripple to the meeting isn't giving any good effect, a steeply Tsuna which face is going all blushy every time people asking what's-going-on question isn't good option either.

"Go first", a puffed smoke circled in the air,"I'll catch up later"

Tsuna pouted, his sparkling-caramel orbs reflecting his avidity to go together. He peered at the hitman, seeking for a decisive reiteration. The one peered at sighed and moved up his hand, pointed out his half burnt cigarette,"Just let me finished the rest"

"Fine then", Tsuna yieldingly responded,"But first.."

Tsuna came closer, his hand reached the other's thigh, fumbling anything inside,"Hm-hm"

Reborn flinched back his head, a little surprised by the sudden move,"What? Now you're the one doing the initiative moves, huh?"

"No, I'm not", Tsuna puffed his cheek,"I'm looking for.."

Tsuna's eyes complacently widened as he found the thing he'd been searching for and quickly pull it off from the hitman's pocket before the owner realized it,"This!"

Tsuna sticking out his tongue as he got his hand on a box of brand-new cigarette, Reborn softly grumbled,"Cunning"

"Ha! No wonder. You're the one who taught me", Tsuna shook his head in victory. Now that he got the box, Reborn couldn't have any of them again and he won't stay any longer sipping another cigarettes.

Tsuna looked at the cigarette he held, somehow glistened in surprise,"Huh? Trying a new flavor?"

Reborn casually exhaled the smoke right in Tsuna's face which could only shutted his eyes off annoyed,"Just curious"

"You usually prefer the thick one and this is..", Tsuna read the cover and sniffed the box,"..mint?"

"Is it a problem?"

Tsuna upped his eyebrows, quizzically poping in the box inside his own pocket, preventing the owner to take it back,"Not really, it's just odd for you to suddenly changing flavor"

The hitman sighed,"Should I change it back?"

Tsuna chuckled in wonder,"Why do you have to ask me? It's your taste, up to you then"

"Oh, well..", since it's already shortened, Reborn inhaled the cigarette for the last time and putting it off on the ashtray,"Isn't it you who'll have the taste of it in the end?"

Tsuna's face brightened in red as soon as he understands what Reborn's mean. The brunette stiffly stood up and hid his blushed face with his palm and backed off. The hitman could only smirked, torturing the little one with his ultimate flirts been always his usual attempt of showing affection. Tsuna knew that habit of Reborn's yet he still couldn't handle it.

"J-just get ready for breakfast", Tsuna clumsily walked fast to the door, his cheek getting redder and redder by the time he realized that Reborn's been observing his reaction.

Tsuna opened the door and turn himself back just to glare at the hitman and yelled,"And you'll get your cigarette back in the dining room!"

"Okay, then", Reborn shifted his left leg, propped his elbow on his knee and leaned his head off on his hand, his eyes inquisitively stared at the brunette's brown-tangerine orbs,"I'll go get my cigarette and my signorina there"

"Uh-", Tsuna knew it's such a bad pun to rhyme cigarette and signorina, yet he couldn't help but flushed with red,"Whatever!"

'BRAK!'

After slamming the door in annoyance, Tsuna stomped over the hall with his red-cheek puffed cutely, leaving the hitman snickered in satisfy. Really, if that kind of morning routine kept going on and on, no wonder if few weeks later Vongola need to call an expert carpenter to fix the door on the boss' room and change it to a better spec of door-wood.


next session : Morning (Breakfast)


Author's note :

Well, okay, first let me apologize for the late update. I hate to say this but yes, as i'm meddling with this chapter, my daddy is confiscating my laptop without any reason –and voila! I'm practically been living almost two months without my laptop (duh pray for me please). Thank God there is still a PC in my home and i managed to copy my files into my hardisk.

Thank you for all the supports, I love you guys! And yeah, world's love for R27!

It is nice to know that some people actually waiting for the continuity of this fict. Seriously guys, you made me cry. Despite from the fact that my grammar's sucks and the plot's just going around R27, you're all still willing to read my fict *sobbing in happiness*

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