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I wasn't expecting to get that many on only one chapter, and I hope I get the same response for the next chapter, even though I'm not too keen on this chapter myself but that's for you to decide!
Summary: (slightly extended) When Tsuna, a 16 year old boy, needs to find a job to support his poor family, he thinks it's too good to be true when he finally finds a job. However what he didn't expect was to be catering for rich bastards that want nothing more than to make his life hell or more than he bargained for.
Couples: All pile on the Tsuna. X3 so yes All/27, I am not certain on who he'll end up with in the end though. I have it might be one of the guardians, Reborn or Giotto though xD or maybe someone else. Who knows? Cause I don't and I'm the author...ehehe that's not a very reassuring thing to say self *smacks self in face*
Hope you enjoy, sorry if it does not cater to your tastes, and sucks so bad you want to get a gun and personally shoot me in the face.
Tsuna found himself outside of a door which he assumed was Master Hibari's. The fluffy chick in his hand was now sparklingly clean and also very very fluffy from Tsuna's towel drying skills. His uniform was now brushed out, and he quickly inspected himself for any dust, mud or water. He had a feeling that this master Hibari of his was very proper. Something made Tsuna believe he was a perfectionist at that.
He placed the bird safely in one hand and used the other to knock on the door. He gave it a gentle tap and waited. No answer, his mouth scrunched up a little. He tried again this time a little harder...and still no answer. He took the device one handily out of his pocket and looked to see if this where the scary 18 year old was. The transmitter stated clearly that the teen was here and not anywhere else. He sighed; it was not like he could go in there. He was specifically warned to not enter the man's room without permission, and he couldn't just leave the little bird by the door.
So he took his chances again and knocked loudly on the door.
"HERBIVORE!" Tsuna panicked a little as he came face to face with the 18 year old, whose hair was tousled and he had one hand rubbing his eyes wearily. He was glaring but yawning at the same time, and did he mention glaring?
"What do you want?" he growled and Tsuna squirmed a little under his presence. He pushed his hands forwards, and Hibari squinted at them.
"Yes Herbivore you have hands? Now what is it you want?" Hibari grumbled some more and Tsuna stared blankly at his hands.
"Ah! Where's Hibird gone?" he squeaked out loud, and Hibari's eyes opened a little more to take in the panicking 16 year old that was checking himself all over, getting into a frantic mess.
The boy then shot his gaze towards Hibari, his eyes tearing up at the sides, making those huge honey pools glimmer.
"I'm s-sorry M-Master Hibari," the boy blubbered, and Hibari frowned, crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame.
"He was right here, two seconds ago, he was...master Hibari?" Tsuna froze up when he watched his bosses hand dive into his hair, as he felt the man's fingers brush his hair slowly he shivered.
The man brought his hand away and presented the chick, who was no resting on his master's hand.
"Ah there he is..." Tsuna glanced away shyly, before bowing.
"Is there anything else you want me to do Master?" that voice of his cheeping, as he waited for new orders.
"You can go away and let me sleep herbivore."
"Right away Master!"
Tsuna turned round to leave but heard his voice being called again...well actually he heard the word 'Herbivore' but by now he assumed that was what his master was calling him. He turned around and looked face to face with his Master.
"You didn't do a bad job for a herbivore."
Tsuna smiled at the compliment, his grin widening for what seemed about 10 seconds, leaving Hibari staring dumbstruck at the smile.
"Thank you Master." The boy bowed again and turned for the hallway as he saw the 18 year old slip into his room, the door closing.
"VOIIIIIIIIIII!"
"JESUS SHUT THE FUCK UP TRASH!"
A glass was thrown violently across the room, smacking itself straight into the silver haired shark of a man's face.
The glass launcher sat behind a desk, his feet resting up on it, a new glass in his hand. This time it was a shot glass. The silver haired man got to his feet and snarled at the other man.
"YOU FUCKING JACKASS!"
This time a bottle went flying at the silver haired man's face but he managed to dodge, although he still ended up on the floor.
"Trash, where is the fucking volume knob on you?" the man behind the desk grumbled, before downing his shot glass. After making the refreshed noise after a drink, the man got up from his chair.
"X-Xanxus, you bastard wait!" the other barked from the floor before scurrying after him, when he finally caught up he stood next to him causally. His arms rested behind his head as he walked beside his abusive friend, one eye looking at him from the corner as they continued to walk.
"So..."
"What the hell do you want trash?" the man known as Xanxus growled before glaring intensely at the other man beside him.
"You are such a prick!" the other moaned as they continued to stroll along the hallways, a maid bowing at them both.
"Xanxus anything interesting going on it your life then?" the silver haired man asked, his hair swishing from side to side, playing with an end and looking incredibly bored.
"Maybe if you get out of my fucking sight trash, then something interesting might happen," the man mumbled under his breath but the other heard, his face turning red with anger.
"VOIIIIIIIIIIII! THAT'S IT! LET'S GO NOW! I CAN FUCKING BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU IF I WANT TO XANXUS!" the silver haired man yelled loudly and grabbed the other's collar.
Xanxus's eyeballs rolled straight away but then returned to glare fiercely at the other man, his red eyes attacking the man who was now throwing a punch at him. The punch was caught in his closed fist, and he lifted the man over his head before hurling him in any general direction.
"HIEEEE!" That wasn't his friend's scream; his eyes flickered over to where he had just flung his supposed best friend. Underneath his groaning friend was...a kid?
Xanxus charged over, eyes flaring up, possibly from ongoing rage about nothing or possibly curiosity, either way he didn't know what made him march over.
When he finally made his way over, it being a quite a distance because of his unbelievable strength, he noticed that Squalo, his silver haired loud mouthed annoyance of a best friend, was growling and snapping at the panicky semi-conscious teen.
"I-I'm really sorry sir!" the boy spluttered, his head rolling around, his eyes crossing. Just how hard had his idiot of a friend land on him?
"YER YOU BETTER BE!"
"I'm really, really really really really sorry, sir!"
The boy got down on two knees and bowed down, much to the surprise of the men standing in front of him.
"Tch...trash."
"Huh?"
The small boy glanced up and eyed the red eyed man which made the other wonder what he was up to.
"I am sorry Masters," the boy said politely, his head still close to the floor, nevertheless Xanxus felt like the young teen was keeping an eye on him.
"VOI! How pathetic, right Xanxus!" the silver haired loud mouth said over his shoulder.
"Yes, both of you are trash."
"VOIIIII! TREAT ME WITH RESPECT YOU BASTARD!"
"Che...like I would ever do that trash," Xanxus spat before punching the silver haired man straight in the jaw sending him flying over the small teen –who made a squeak at the same time- and straight into a wall at the end of the hallway.
"What do you think your doing dirtying up the floor trash?" Xanxus snarled at the boy who then shot up to his feet, his posture like you would see in a nervous solider.
As Xanxus snarled down at the pathetic excuse for a human being in front of him, the back of his mind was saying a few things. The biggest one in particular being 'Xanxus he's staring at you quite intensely', and like his mind had said the boy was gazing at him deeply. Those giant round caramel saucers were studying the taller man up and down.
"Trash, you finished checking me out?" the more violent of the other two asked, crossing his arms, shooting the boy a fierce look. In return the boy blushed heavily making Xanxus want to either scoff, snort or punch him in the face.
"I am sorry...Master."
Xanxus rose an eyebrow to the 'master' added on his sentence. That's when his phone that was nestled in his coat pocket beeped. He flicked it open, well aware that the brunet was staring at him, what was he waiting for? Didn't he have business to tend to? Stupid Trash.
"Hello," he answered, his gruff voice filling up the caller's ears.
"Master Xanxus," he heard the caller's voice, he clocked in about two seconds who it was.
"Giotto, what the fuck do you want?" he asked, glowering a little, and still the boy continued to stare.
"I'm calling to say you have a new servant, his transmitting number is 27," the voice down the phone informed him.
"Why the fuck is he 27, there's not that many of you, so why isn't he like 6 or something?" he snapped back with a pointless argument, which only made the caller sigh.
"Just calling to inform you, goodbye Master Xanxus."
"Trash."
Xanus pressed the hang up button violently on his phone, and then turned to scowl fiercely at the boy still in his presence.
"What the fuck do you want?" he demanded to know making the small teen jump.
"Urmm..."
"Speak up trash!"
"I-I APOLGISE MASTER!" The boy bowed over again making Xanxus wonder if that was all the boy did. Bow. Then bow some more. And more fucking apologising! All of it was just an ear ache.
"Well what is it you want?" The boy glanced up at him, his fingers playing with the hem of his shirt nervously.
"Your Master Xanxus right?" the boy cheeped, Xanus noticed he was trembling and smirked a little.
"Yer that's me, what about it?"
"Well I was told I would be serving you." The boy's eyes hit the floor, and for about a minute Xanxus stared apathetically at the boy in front.
"So you're number 27, trash?"
"That is my number on the transmitter, so yes Master."
"Why the heck are you calling me Master, trash?"
"Well...umm...Master Hibari told me I must address him as Master if I am to talk to him, and every time I spoke to him," the boy stuttered, looking on the verge of tears. Oh brother, his servant was a wimp.
"So your Hibari's servant too, anyone else's?" Xanxus asked, he had to admit he was quite curious about who his servant would be also catering. He was pondering on how often he would have the servant to himself, not for reasons some might be thinking, but for the natural chores that required of normal servants. But then again his mind did linger back and fourth on the thoughts of a dirty minded person too.
"Master Reborn and Master Gokudera," the boy replied back. Why had this boy been given possibly the most difficult members of the household to cater? I mean he was the biggest looking wimp Xanxus had ever seen. With his watery huge eyes, and his quivering pink pouty lips, and that cute little stuttering voice. Wait a second...Xanxus slammed his fist on the wall causing the little teen to freak and squeak loudly, like the little cute animal he is.
"M-Master?"
Stop stuttering, that's all Xanxus could think now, taking the boy in more detail...stop speaking trash!
Xanxus let his defensive reactions take over and slammed his fist straight into the smaller boy's face, sending him spiralling across the room where the other had landed earlier.
On that last note, the brutish boss of Varia charged off in the opposite direction grumbling about his sudden urge to down a whole bottle of vodka.
Tsuna awoke to the sound of beeping, oh that and a guy shaking him like crazy. His eyes widened and he shrieked a little. In full panic mood he darted back, smacking the back of his head straight against the wall.
"VOIIII! JESUS CHRIST! Be careful!" the stranger said to him, while giving him a hand up.
"T-Thank you," Tsuna simply replied back nervously but the man quickly let him go, sending him straight back down on his backside.
Tsuna winced, and winced again as his cheek strangely hurt.
"VOI! KID YOU'RE SOPPY!" the silver haired stranger yelled at him, and then crossed his arms and scowled at him even more, "And your hair is a fucking mess!"
"I-I'm sorry."
"VOI! Stop apologising, only fucking trash apologise," the man made clear poking him firmly in the chest as soon as Tsuna got to his feet.
"I'm s— Ok I didn't mean to offend you," Tsuna said politely and the other man snorted loudly.
"Politest kid ever, and why are you wearing a male's uniform? I didn't think women would normally be wearing uniforms like that!"
"I'm not a female," Tsuna muttered, his lips pouted and his eyebrows sunk lower to the top of his eyes.
"Well could have fooled me," the other man laughed to himself which only made Tsuna want to scowl, throttle or hit the man in front of him.
"You are Master Squalo, right?" Tsuna asked, recalling the picture that Giotto had shown him, but told him only to serve him if ordered him, as he was Fran's priority not his.
"Voi! That is correct," the man nodded, his scary smile widening, and his hair flicked as if he was showing off, we made the boy inwardly frown.
BEEP!
"OH SH—
"Not so polite after all, right trash?" the other man laughed loudly like it was a hilarious joke.
"Ehehehe...transmitter, transmitter," Tsuna dug into his pocket, how long had this thing been beeping? He thought earlier that the beeping sound was his head ringing after one of his main master's had punched him in the face, which made him question what he looked like now. The silver haired man peeked over at the transmitter, being generally nosy, and the petit glanced up at him.
"Yes master?"
"VOI! Who is calling you?"
"Master Rebo—
"VOIII! HAHAHA Good luck shorty," the man laughed loudly, and Tsuna gulped, why when everyone mentioned one his master's there was always a good luck on the end?
When Tsuna had attempted to say goodbye to one of the Master's of the house, well he had tried, just resulted in him being on his backside after the man had pushed him...again, he found himself dashing around frantically following the directions on the little transmitter. It brought him to outside a door, he panted a little from the running and arranged his uniform and tried to catch back his breath. He knocked on the door, and a deep baritone voice told him to 'enter'.
Tsuna anxiously opened the door, his little head peeking around; when he could see a chair facing to the window he let himself in some more, pushing his back to the door.
"You called Master."
BANG! Tsuna's wondered if he had screamed at this point, his mouth was wide open though, so there was probably a good chance he had screamed. His eyes jerked to the side in astonishment as he swore he saw steam pass his head.
"You're late," he heard the voice say and his eyes shifted up to see a gorgeous man sat on a desk, blowing on the steam that left the barrel of a bright green gun.
Tsuna didn't know what to say, he was still staring dumbstruck, his back pinned to the door out of fear...that man...he...had shot at him?
"Your name's Tsunayoshi right?" the man asked, squinting and still pointing the gun at Tsuna. All Tsuna could do was nod and panic inwardly, as the man kept flicking his gun's trigger every five seconds while it was directly pointed at Tsuna. And from what just happened, Tsuna assumed the freaking safety was not on.
"Heh, I love this gun," he said with a bright smile, before staring right down the gun, his fingers pressed on the trigger, and he tilted it sideways.
"Perfect kill shot," the man announced and Tsuna stared at him in disbelief, "Shall I test it out on my late servant?"
Tsuna still couldn't move, he felt like ice had frozen over his joints and were not allowing them to move.
Tsuna's immediate reaction was to squeeze his eyes shut. And as he waited for his short life to end, he heard another 'Heh'. The shot rang off but Tsuna felt no pain and he still felt that he was alive, but what went with the shot was the sound of shattering. He opened his eyes slowly to see the man tapping the gun on his clean shaven face.
"First job, clean that up," the man declared pointing over at shards of glass that were strewn all over the floor, his gun being his pointer.
Tsuna obeyed quickly noting the power returning to his limbs, and scurried over. He got down onto his knees and careful put the glass into his hand.
"Ow," he whimpered slightly as the glass cut into his hand, but what did he expect? He had no dustpan and brush. Wincing past the pain, the man –again using his gun- pointed over at a bin. Tsuna waddled over, grimacing as the cut was now bleeding a lot and it stung. Once the glass was all cleaned up, the man put his gun on the table and rolled forward as he rested on his hands to get a closer look at the boy. Tsuna froze up; keeping his dirtied blood covered hands behind him, and bit his lip a little.
"Anything else Master?" he uttered, and Tsuna shuddered as the strikingly good looking man smirked. What was it about this man that made Tsuna want to fall on the floor and pray to god himself? Oh wait, he knew, maybe it was the fact the man had shot at him earlier for being late.
Tsuna hoped he was going to get a good pay for this job, he had been working for 2 hours and he had been threatened, punched and now shot at. His new job was just peachy.
"Not in particular, that's unless you are willing to do something without running off screaming," the man said with that fully amused smirk. Tsuna for what seemed the hundredth time today gulped loudly, and hearing that sound seemed to make the other snigger.
"What do you mean Master?" Tsuna asked, even though he had a brief idea that this man was either a sadistic pervert or... a sadistic pervert!
Tsuna tried to back to the door a little, taking small steps backwards, hoping his master wouldn't notice this. Please Kami-sama, make sure that other scowling master won't want to kill me, the petite teen begged in his head. The wood of the door hit his back Tsuna sighed in relief and grasped the door knob, his hands stinging a little from the connection of the copper and the cuts on his hand.
"Hmm...Dame-Tsuna I've noticed you trying to escape from me," the man stated before jumping off his desk and heading towards him. His gun tapping back and fourth in his hand.
"And escaping is also an insult, especially to your Master who's been waiting to meet his precious little servant with anticipation," the man flashed an indecent smile that just made Tsuna want to run home and hug his Mama. Tsuna felt himself being pressed up to the oak door some more as the man took step by step towards him. Soon Tsuna noted there was no way to escape and the man seemed to be looming over him as he sunk in his presence.
Two hands slammed themselves against the door that Tsuna was leaning on, trapping the small teen in well and truly.
"M-Master?" Tsuna managed to feebly squeak out, this was by far the most uncomfortable position Tsuna had ever been in. I think I would have preferred being punched in the face by the other master more than this, he told himself, yet on the other hand his inner conscience was laughing at him, mainly over the fact his conscience was saying that the position he was right now was giving him a thrill. STUPID CONSCIENCE!
"You're pretty cute, you would make a good pet Dame-Tsuna," the man stated, and the boy rose straight into panic mode.
"A P-PET?" he spat, and then his hand jumped over to his mouth, he hadn't meant to say that out loud.
The man chuckled and then leaned closer to Tsuna's face, making the boy's face turn that frequent red colour.
"Yes a pet," the man repeated, blowing hot air onto Tsuna's face, causing the younger of the two to shudder violently.
"No fucking way."
"Excuse me?"
Tsuna couldn't believe it, his mouth had acted involuntarily and he was spluttering the thoughts of his mind.
"I umm...I'm sorry?" Tsuna grinned sheepishly, sweating bullets in hope of the man not hearing his last little outburst.
"Hmm...so behind all this trembling Dame-Tsunaish you do have a little fight in you?" the man's smirk increased, and Tsuna found himself flinching when one of his arms was grabbed and slammed straight above his head, and then shortly followed by the second one.
I can well and truly say that this is rape, Tsuna screamed inside his head and began to squirm, yet the small voice in his head was telling him was well...quite liberating. DAMM YOU STUPID BRAIN!
His heart thumped in his chest, and he started to consider what the man was going to do next...his mind swelling up with scary but then again intriguing thoughts.
His eyes flickered shut in embarrassment, and he could sense the heat of not just his face but his whole body taking over...but then again...
"WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?" he shrieked, dropping himself to the floor so the grip that was being used to seize him wrists would be released. As he was released, he managed to open the door and stumble out of it.
After a barrel roll down the hallway, he hit something that felt strangely like feet. And by the two very startled emerald eyes narrowing at him as he stared upwards, he assumed that he was probably lying on the feet of the person's who was looking down at him now.
"HIEEEE!" Tsuna let out before rolling as quickly as possible away from that evil glare he was receiving. When he decided he was a safe distance, he sat up and took a look around.
Leaning against his doorframe was his current molester *cough* no wait his current Master, his hat tilted back to show his pitch black pools.
"Fancy seeing you here Hayato," the tall man said bluntly, his eyes flickering back and fourth, taking occasional looks at the brunet who looked well and truly dishevelled.
"Yo Reborn, who's that?" Tsuna heard a voice and turned his attention to see that it was the silver haired teen he had saw earlier under the tree, and his last main priority.
"Oh that. Its name is Dame-Tsuna."
Tsuna's immediately scowled, for one he wasn't a 'that' and second of all his name was Tsunayoshi, or Tsuna, not Dame-Tsuna!
"Oh wait a second," the boy took off his glasses, and crossed his arms, studying Tsuna in most detail, causing the boy to freeze up, his joints becoming stationary for like the millionth time. And this is why I wished I was stronger, the boy whimpered in his mind as he found himself reduced to a puddle just by the stares of another, oh and the fedora man that's stood over there, oh and while he was at it his work colleagues weren't bad either, Giotto especially, and not forgetting Hibari too, or Yamamoto.
Slapping himself in the forehead Tsuna glanced back around at the world of the living, where the two other extremely attractive males were playing a game of let's look at the little quivering idiot.
"That's that brat who was staring at me this morning," the other teen stated, and Tsuna flushed as he got glimpse of the smirk that was presented on his molest— I mean master's face.
"Oh he might have a crush on you Hayato," the taller man mentioned, chuckling as he watched both teens flush.
"I-I-I don't!" Tsuna stuttered, hiding his heated face behind his hands.
"Aw...well then again makes sense, earlier it looked like you were about to give yourself up to me," the man said, his voice full of amusement.
Tsuna now understood the meaning of the sarcastic good luck he got when off to cater for his masters. He looked up pleadingly at the silver haired bomber for help, but the other just scowled and shook his head. Tsuna picked himself glumly off the floor and walked over towards his masters.
"Masters, is there anyways I can serve you?" he mumbled weakly remembering his position, if he ran away now he would probably be fired, and he needed the money...and on top of that he needed somewhere to stay.
"Master?"
"Sounds like he's trying to seduce us don't it? Heh."
Tsuna jerked his head, his mouth reduced to a little 'o' shape as he took in what the fedora wearing man had just said.
"W-What?"
"The way he says it all cutely, kind of reminds me of some erotic film I took from Lambo," the man went onto say, and if Tsuna thought he could get any redder he was wrong.
Please God, I need something to get me away, an excuse so that I can go hang my head in shame...Anything!
"Yo Tsuna, oh hello guys," Tsuna heard the friendly voice coming up from behind. Thank you sweet Lord and Saviour!
"Yo Yamamoto," the man waved, and the other boy just grunted.
Wait a second...why is Yamamoto being so informal?
"So is there anything I can do for you guys...Tsuna."
Tsuna glanced over at Yamamoto who was staring down at his hands nervously. That's right he had cut his hands to shreds...he would have noticed that if he wasn't wishing to be struck down because of embarrassment or shot at or molested by a guy he had to call master.
Tsuna's eyes widened as his hands were taken and brought up to his taller colleague's face.
"Yama—I mean Takeshi what are you doing?" he stuttered, Tsuna this time paled taking in the sight of his hands as well.
"How did you do this?" the friendly boy spoke softly, in a serious and hushed tone that Tsuna had never seen before.
"I was picking up glass," Tsuna replied back bluntly, still startled by the bloody mess that was his hands.
"I'm going to ring Giotto, you can't serve like this," Takeshi stated before flicking out a bright blue phone.
"Giotto, are you busy?" Tsuna eyed his hands ignoring the fact that his hands were still being held by the taller teen's hands. And that one of the males in the small space had disappeared wearing an upside down smile, and the other was still standing there scowling at the public displays of affection with curiosity.
"Well it's Tsuna, I know, I know, his hands are all cut up, I know but we all mistakes on our first day," Tsuna cringed as he continued to listen to the boy have an argument even if the boy on the visible side of the phone was smiling. The taller teen flicked the phone shut and turned his attention back to Tsuna.
"Giotto just happens to be not busy and will tend to your wound...and oh Tsuna," the taller boy grabbed onto his shoulders and spun him around to face the silver haired bomber who jumped a little on the fact he was being stared at.
"This is your Master, Gokudera Hayato," Takeshi said out loud, and Tsuna blinked at him, giving him a shy wave.
"Che, pathetic, now I have two idiots as servants, one idiot that's denser than the ocean itself and one that just looks like the weakest thing on the planet," the silver haired teen grumbled, and in return Tsuna pouted. He couldn't help if he was weak, it wasn't like it was his choice to be made small and have small limbs in return.
"I'm outta here, I don't wanna be stuck with a stupid little kid and a down right idiot," the silver haired man continued before taking out a cigarette.
He trudged off slowly, swerving around the other two. Tsuna flicked his head over watching his master's back, and then his subconscious he heard a noise. A faint creak, and then a snap. His unconscious side took over and prior to knowing the silver haired teen was underneath him.
"Holy crap! Are you guys alright?" Tsuna heard Takeshi say. Tsuna came back to earth, jumping off the boy quickly, his eyes travelling over to the smashed chandelier parting Yamamoto, himself and his master.
"Y-You saved me..."
"Huh?"
Tsuna glanced over at the silver male who was staring bewildered at him, that was until Tsuna assumed it was because his blood had got on the other's clothes.
"I'm sooo sorry Master, I didn't mean to get blood on your clothes!" he squealed, but the man didn't react, his face was still in shock mode.
"You saved me..."
"What do you mean?"
"If you hadn't of pushed me, that chandelier could have broken my neck."
"HUH?"
BANG! Tsuna watched as the silver haired teen slammed himself to the floor, his head rested between his knees.
"I shall forever serve you Tenth!"
"EHHHH?"
"That kid..." Giotto sighed; he didn't know why he was heading to find that kid. I mean Takeshi had called him and said he was injured but was that his problem...no. So why had he agreed, I mean he hardly knew the kid, and they had only spent about a very brief hour together. Wish it could have been more.
He froze up realising what his mind had just conjured up. Since when did he ever think like that? He shook his head violently and continued down the hallway. He thought by now his 'masters' would have wanted something, but surprisingly not. He understood if it was G, G was too busy arguing with someone...which meant he didn't have to deal with Daemon or G at this moment in time, and Lampo had gone out, and as far of Alaude was concerned the man preferred as much alone time as possible thus he only called if he really, and I repeat really, need something.
So he was free to go help the boy and most of him really wanted to help him. When the kid had entered, he intentionally thought pretty cute, but then again he didn't know if the little guy was male or female. So he felt pretty guilty when he had asked that question, watching that cute little face of the boy's sink. To admit the most striking thing about the boy were his eyes. They were so perfectly circular, and huge. Like if you told the boy to clench his fists, that was the size of his eyes...ok over-exaggerating, but they were very large. And the colour was so unusual, like you were melting in honey...Giotto shook his head, what exactly was he thinking, he was just a kid. Yer but you're only 20 and he's 16. I know but...ARGH! He pushed a hand through his hair and sighed, he wouldn't let him get attached to someone he hardly knew.
The tracker was telling him he was close...yes he had a tracker on the boy. Don't question it.
As the tracker told him he was near, he swore he could hear panicked voices, oh and that mixed with a laugh.
He turned the corner to see Master Gokudera in a praying position in front of the panicking small teenager himself. Oh and there was a chandelier in the middle of the hallway...wait a CHANDELIER!
"What is going on here?" Giotto said, his voice mixed with seriousness as well as the sense of bewilderment.
"I urmmm..." the spiky haired teen was the first to answer, his lips stifling over the words. It was then Giotto was faced with Gokudera.
"Giotto, it was my fault!" This was a surprise, a nice one; normally masters like him would find the nearest scapegoat.
"The Tenth here saved my life!" he then announced pointing to Tsuna and throwing himself down on his knees in front of the suit clad boy.
"I don't understand," Tsuna whimpered slightly, and Giotto picked up on this, sending the kid a telepathic message of 'what have you done kid?' Which was quickly shot back with 'omggodwhatthehellhaveIdone! Help me!'
"Master Hayato," Giotto said lightly in hope to catch the other's attention from the boy.
"Yes Giotto?" he replied, the emerald eyes still pinned to Tsuna.
"Tsuna needs to go have an injur—
"THE TENTH? IS INJURED?" the silver haired teen bellowed, frantically jumping over to the boy in search for the injury, and of course their hands were know entwined, or cupped because Tsuna was wincing while panicking.
"Ow," the boy managed to whimper quietly as Gokudera inspected his hands full of worry. Giotto paused and glanced at the scene in front of him, both the teens were very close. Which was...strange, to say the least. Could this boy possibly have some form of power that makes people automatically care for his well being? Obviously not. No one in the world had that power.
"This is my entire fault Tenth," Gokudera whimpered, and Tsuna immediately shook his head.
"No Master it isn't, I was cleaning up glass earlier without a brush or anything," Tsuna apologised. He was cleaning glass up without a brush...well that was clever, Giotto thought to himself and made his way over closer to the boy.
"Master Hayato I should probably get to tending to this," Giotto said to the boy that was practically shielding the boy from everyone else.
"But I should help..."
"Master Hayato I must say do you know how to tend to things like this?" Giotto asked already conscious of the answer. Gokudera let go and gently lead Tsuna over to Giotto, his hands still attached firmly to Tsuna.
Once Giotto finally managed to pry the Gokudera off the boy, he heard the other release a sigh.
"Come on Tsunayoshi, we'll go get this sorted out," Giotto said to the boy who nodded as he was lead off down the hallway.
"So you were cleaning up glass with your hands?" The question seemed to roll off the other's tongue in a sarcastic manner, as the other took inspection of his hands.
"There was no dust pan and brush and I was too scared to find one," Tsuna defended himself and the other rose a perfect brow.
"Scared?"
"You didn't want to warn me that one of my masters was a sadistic pervert," Tsuna groaned a little and Giotto paused.
"What do you mean Tsunayoshi?"
"Well I wasn't expected to be shot at and then pinned to the doorframe," the boy said feebly, and he turned to stare at Giotto's whose face scrunched up in confusion.
"Who did that to you then?"
"Master Reborn," Tsuna said hardly audible, and Giotto tensed a little but continued to work on the boy's palms.
"Giotto-sama."
"Why are you calling me Sama?"
"Because you're higher up than me."
"Call me Giotto."
"Why?"
"Because everyone else does."
"Alright Giotto, but Giotto..." the boy glanced away sadly, and Giotto hesitated on his tone, gazing up at him.
"Yes Tsunayoshi?"
"I won't get fired will I?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well I really need the money, and I didn't let Master Reborn carry out his wishes, I ran away, do you think he'll get me fired for being disobedient?" the boy enquired, his bottom lip trembled.
Giotto paused in thought, one he was a little shocked that boy was really questioning letting someone use him like a free prostitute and two his mind began to worry, the running away might make the other man more interested. Reborn was always a man who enjoyed his toys, and getting something shiny and new with the added disobedience would just make him more interested.
"No Tsunayoshi."
"Thank goodness, I really need the money," Tsuna repeated, thinking about his mother and family at home, his little brother Fuuta, his little adopted sister Uni. What would Aunt Aria think up in heaven if she didn't get looked after properly?
"Tsunayoshi...the money is very important to you, isn't it?" Tsuna turned to face Giotto once again as heard him question this topic.
"Yes." It's was the only thing I need in life.
"For your family."
"Yes, for Mama, for Fuuta, for Uni."
"Fuuta? Uni?"
"My adorable little siblings," Tsuna gave him a smile, his eyes lighting up just mentioning them. Giotto noticed this and stared bewildered, the boy's eyes seemed to flash also amber when he mention that family of his. Which was rather unusual?
"Giotto do you have any siblings?" Tsuna asked enthusiastically, as Giotto went back to tend to his hands.
"No I don't."
"Aww...I see. Well people normally complain about there's, there's nothing I can complain about."
"Why are they perfect little angels?" the man muttered sarcastically and Tsuna winced as he felt a piece of glass removed from his living tissue.
"You could say, if there was anyone to complain about in my family it would be me," Tsuna laughed nervously.
"Why?"
"Ehehe because I'm No Good Tsuna," he chanted his old nickname and Giotto rose an eyebrow.
"Why are you 'No Good'?"
"Because I'm pretty useless, rubbish grades, klutzy as hell, no sporting abilities, and my looks are not something to brag about," Tsuna ranted on unaware that Giotto was frowning at him.
First the kid was wrong on his looks, the kid was as cute as a button, in fact cuter. This kid just radiated that adorable image.
And he wasn't all that bad, if he had managed to captive one young master and become Reborn's play thing, these not being the best of things. But then again these weren't very good examples, he did certainly get people's attention though.
"Umm...Giotto?"
"Yes Tsunayoshi?"
"Well if a master punches you...is there high chance you get fired after?"
"Probably...why?"
"Oh god!"
"What?" the blonde rose his eyebrow again.
"Master Xanxus punched me!"
A/N: Awww shoddy chapter me thinks! I think I rushed it, but I didn't know what else to do so I carried on writing, had to think of a lot to write. As well as lots of different character's reactions. God I suck...i'm off to stick my head in a bucket of water...and I'm not happy that I'm neglecting guardians just everytime I'm like yer writing next chapter I'm like I'm off to write something else...cause I totally lose the concentration...i have other ideas that I must write down...i'm writing something atm that contains a hell of a lot of cross dressing for Tsuna and lots of couples...oh and hiding and stuff...so I'll probably put that on my accountant after finishing writing the first chapter.
But OH YES! MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! I hope you all have a brilliant time!
Hope you enjoyed this naff chapter, and if you feel like it, which I hope you do, please review!
Merry Christmas!