Psycho Personnels

Chapter 2: Kougami (Giotto) and Akane (Tsuna)

This is really getting very random. Slight ShinAka, set when Kougami is still an Enforcer. This time, its Kougami as Giotto and Akane as Tsuna on this one topic.

Cake.

And other characters are interfering too!

Well, enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the storyline. Psycho Pass and Katekyo Hitman Reborn belongs to their respective owners.

Finally, their shift was over, and they could have a peaceful dinner without any interuptions.

The table was filled with food items of many cultures; Pineapple Rice with a garnish of pork floss, warm Hot and Sour soup, Vegetables covered in rich Oyster Sauce... one can only say that their appetite was huge after skipping lunch to finish an important case.

Kougami eyed his boss, Akane, with slight wariness. Her tender lips touched the hot and sour soup, sipping it slowly... one spoon after another...

Wait a minute! What am I doing, observing her like that? The black-haired Enforcer quickly turned his gaze back to his food, feeling slightly hot on his cheeks.

Only then did he realise he had gobbled it all up due to embarressment.

Akane titled her head slightly, finishing off her soup. "Kougami-san, are you okay? You look red." she spoke in an innocent voice, reaching out to touch his forehead.

"Are you sick?"

"...No, thank you very much."

"Okay then."

Akane drew back her hand, and both their attention turned to the table to eat the next item.

However, they were actually eating in the middle on concern for each other, and before they knew it, there was only one dish left.

Cake.

The glint in their eyes suddenly changed.

"It's mine."

Stab stab stab

"The cake flew up in the air-!" Suddenly a random Masaoka-san joined in the fray, being the hyper emcee, ignoring whatever back pains he had.

But of course, the competitors paid no mind to the sudden attention they were receiving. They steadied their stance, their state of mind, their forks-

"WHAT IS THIS?! THEIR FORKS SUDDENLY SPARKED WITH FIRE!"

Masaoka-san spouted with disbelief, still jumping around ("My back? No problem- ouchouch acheache.").

That's right. Their forks, just like the great 4th boss of Vongola who used forks as his weapons, were lit with a sparking orange flame!

"My descendant, I WON'T LOSE TO YOU!"

"Kougami-san, this cake is mine." (Sudden Hyper Dying Will Mode-!)

A flurry of fork movement was too fast for the video camera to capture! Even in slow motion!

"All for cake." Ginoza, the cameraman, facepalmed at the stupidity of the two. They could get cake anytime at 400 yen. Furthermore, there was still a wide range of cakes that could be bought at the MWPSB's restaurant.

Kougami read his thoughts.

"BUT THIS WAS ON OFFER AT 280 YEN!"

"WHO CARES?! IT'S STILL CAKE!"

"Obviously, the small value is the value in itself."

"STOP TRYING TO BE DEEP WHEN YOU'RE JUST BEING CHEAPSKATE!"

"MY SON!" Masaoka screamed out in the mike- "STOP INTERRUPTING THE FILMING PROGRESS!"

"Dad, you too-"

"HUSH! Oh- wait!" Dear ol' Masaoka-san noticed something about the filmed action; "Looks like both parties are getting tired from the duel!"

Akane and Kougami panted, still clutching tightly onto their forks, which flames were now flickering.

"My dear descendant, you're tired, aren't you?"

"This is just me needing more oxygen. I'll say you're more tired, aren't you?"

The emcee barged into the filming again- "Uwahh-! We really can't tell who would win? Who do you think, huh, huh?" He turned to the other spectators, eyes shining, eagerly expecting an answer.

Kagari held up a note, eyes narrowed, a serious aura surrounding him. "I bet on Akane-chan."

Another hand raised a 300 yen bill note. "Kougami-san!"

"Akane-san!"

"The raven haired dude!"

"Kanshikan-chan! *hearts*"

Ginoza held out a basket with his free hand, Akane's name on it. Of course, the bets for Akane poured into it.

The emcee held out a basket with the Enforcer's name. Again, money dropped in.

But there was a rebel!

"I vote for a third-party interception." Makishima held up a 1000 yen note, waving it around.

The workforce of the MWPSB stared.

"HOW THE HECK DID YOU GET IN HERE?!"

The antagonist stared at all of their eyes. "For now. Just for this special bet, it is reasonable to ignore me, yes?"

Well, it was reasonable. The main duelists were all going OOC, so why not?

The fork spar continued on for the next 2 minutes, the other relentlessly throwing out attacks at their opponent.

But while they were fighting...-

"I'm taking this."

Karanomori-san appeared with her infamous bust and cigarette, grabbed the plate, and walked out with style.

Everyone stared.

Akane and Kougami stopped in midair, noticing the disappearance of the plate.

They stared at the door.

"KARANOMORI-SAN!"

The two dashed out to who knows where, in a blind fury of their stolen cake.

The spectators, realizing there was no meaning to the match anymore, all left.

Even Ginoza-san.

Even the emcee. (Who gave up due to his back aches.)

Except Makishima.

He took the two pails, both filled with more than just a handful of notes and coins, and winked on his way out.

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(Edited 20/08/15)