The bell had gone off minutes ago. Deborah Grant sat in her chair, doodling on a sheet of paper as she waited for her fellow guardians, completely forgetting that they were still having classes. Heavy footfalls diverted her attention and she glanced up to see yet another member of the male population approaching her.
"Deborah," he stated, a confident smirk seemingly glued to his face.
She looked up at him disinterestedly, already sick of confession and love letters from boys who didn't care to know her and only lusted after her figure and features.
"Yes? Is there something in particular that you wanted?" she asked in her most polite voice, hoping that Triciantiya, Daphne or even Donna would just pop out of nowhere to save her from the conversation.
"Go out with me."
Gorou Haruko was it? Yeah. Deborah thought for a moment before looking up and giving the captain of the school swimming team a brilliant smile. Gorou's heart thumped wildly, and he was sure she would say agree wholeheartedly.
"No," she stated loudly and clearly.
His heart broke into a million pieces at her reply and he started stuttering, "B-But I-"
The young foreigner placed a finger on his lips, silencing him.
Ignoring his furious blush, she spoke.
"I'm sorry, I'm just not that interested right now. Maybe next time?" She suggested, her smile never disappearing . She added softly, "Don't stress yourself out, alright? The exams are pretty near now."
Deborah put down her finger and skipped out the classroom happily, leaving a severely dazed and confused Gorou standing awkwardly in the middle of the classroom with the class giggling and chuckling at him for being rejected by one of the most popular and sought after girls in school.
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"If only they could just leave me alone for one day," she sighed.
Azure skies stretched lazily over Namimori Junior High, clouds floating peacefully as the VSD Sun Guardian stood wearily at the roof of the school, leaning on one of the wire fences and trying her best to keep herself from being depressed.
"Hey!"
Deborah spun around quickly to catch a glimpse of black hair speeding out of the roof entrance.
"Over here."
Her eyes traced the source of the voice to a person on the right side of the entrance.
"Hi," he greeted brightly.
"Hello. Yamamoto Takeshi was it?"
The baseball player grinned stupidly at her.
"Yeah! And you're Deborah, correct?"
She smiled and nodded slightly, before beckoning for him to stand beside her.
"Fan girls?" Deborah asked casually as he slumped down against one of the wire fences wearily.
"Fan boys?" he replied with a question of his own.
They both broke into raucous laughter at the same time, beginning to enjoy each others' company. After a few minutes, they calmed down and began tackling the other with random questions.
"So… What's your favourite food?" The enthusiastic rain chirped, wanting to know more about the strange, interesting member of the opposite gender who was for once not interested in his looks.
"Um… I've wanted to try sushi for a while, but I haven't passed by any sushi stalls yet…" Deborah thought aloud.
"My dad owns a sushi stall," Yamamoto stated matter-of-factly.
"Really?" Deborah squeaked out excitedly. "I'll visit you one of these days, okay?"
"I'll try to fix a date then," Yamamoto agreed cheerily.
Both parties grinned shyly at each other before realizing that the bells had gone off.
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The classroom erupted in low whispers as Deborah Grant and Yamamoto Takeshi sprinted into the classroom together, apologising simultaneously to their bewildered math teacher before scrambling back into their seats.
The image of Deborah's innocent baby blue eyes framed by a cute, short hairdo held neatly by a white headband that disappeared in her platinum-blond locks only seemed to further show off her immaculate porcelain skin. In contrast, Takeshi's sculpted body flaunted his height and tanned skin from playing baseball.
The whole class, other than the Vongola members, was taken aback by the perfect portrait the duo presented.
"O-okay class. Remember the formula I just taught you – it will definitely come to use during the exams. I reiterate, Blonde x Raven = Picture Perfect- I mean 4 x 4 = Perfect Square, as is 25, which is notably 5 x5 and therefore also a perfect square. Understood? Alright, class we shall have a five minute break. Deborah and Takeshi, can I see the two of you?"
They shared a quizzical glance as they headed towards the teacher's table.
"Yamamoto. Grant."
They nodded as the teacher smiled nervously at the inhumanely beautiful pair in front of him.
"May I ask why the two of you are late for lesson?" he requested, mentally cursing himself for sounding so very weak.
"We were trying to get away from our peers (E/N coughfanclubcough)," Yamamoto answered smoothly, his facial expression that of a five year old who had just received candy.
"Yes, you know, teenage life and all," Deborah added, gracing their usually composed teacher with a dazzling smile.
"Oh. Okay. You may return to your seats now. Thank you."
They grinned at him in unison, nearly causing their poor teacher to have a heart attack, before strolling back to their seats.
Poor, poor teacher of theirs.
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The sun had long since set and the Vongola Secret Division had returned home from school.
"Debo, would you mind getting Shanon down? She didn't have her lunch today and coffee can't be considered a healthy meal," the Sky Boss informed Deborah gently.
She smiled at Tri enthusiastically before bouncing up to the second floor.
"Shanon, Shanon!" Come down for dinner! Tri wants you to eat a proper meal!" Deborah chirped loudly, her voice invading the silence of Shanon's room.
"Tell her to shut up. I'm not hungry. Now get lost," Shanon's low, barely feminine voice resounded threateningly from behind the menacing wooden door.
Deborah refused to be intimidated and completely ignored the dangerous aura that hung around Shanon's room, pouting, "But Tri asked you to…"
Shanon sighed wearily.
"Give me a minute you bastard."
A shout of victory and delight was heard and Shanon knew there was no escaping now, unless she could jump out the window and risk breaking her bones because of dinner.
Hmm… Dinner with the guardians or risk breaking your bones?
Dinner with the guardians it is.
Saving the programme she had been downloading, she stood up, stretched for a few seconds, and then opened the heavy door.
"Hello Shanon!" greeted a cute, friendly – and Shanon muttered mentally 'annoying' – voice.
"Good evening Sunny," the raven muttered tiredly.
A question she meant to have asked earlier popped into her head as Deborah began ranting about Yamamoto's father's profession.
"Hey Deborah? Do you like Yamamoto Takeshi?"
Cocking her head to the left, she thought for a while before finally concluding, "He's a nice guy."
"Okay…" Shanon muttered awkwardly.
Deborah ignored her pointedly and continued on her earlier topic.
Triciantiya stood in the kitchen, holding up a dish in the air.
"Everyone! Today's main dish is sweet and sour fried chicken with pepper spinach mixed with chilli bean sprouts!"
Everyone sweadropped.
"Uh… Tri…? I think you forgot that Donna and I can't take spicy food…"
The chef for the day bounced up and down, nearly banging into the table and knocking down the horrendous dishes. The other VSD members cringed when she didn't, having been wishing mentally that they would fall.
"I was hoping you'd say that! Don't worry – I prepared another dish especially for you and Donna to eat!" she exclaimed.
Running towards the stove, she flourished a strange dish that looked disturbingly like a discoloured version of Reborn's head.
"It's my latest creation! Dory fillet cooked in butter wrapped in lettuce, cabbage with soya sauce and decorated with sliced cucumber and zucchini! I even used dome ginger and parsley and garlic to garnish the dish so that it would look more presentable!"
The other members stared intently at Shanon and Donna.
"No pasta…?" Donna whimpered.
"There's pasta over there! And rice over there! ~" Triciantiya gestured flamboyantly.
"Pasta!"
Donna cheerily dished out some pasta and grabbed some of Triciantiya's new creation before tucking in merrily, much to the horror of the other members. They stared in blatant disbelief, wondering how on earth she could stomach it.
A huge gasp was heard and they felt strangely relieved that she could not stand the taste.
"I forgot the ketchup!" She choked out as if it was heresy of her to do so, but considering her Italian background, it was highly likely that actually thought so.
Spraying ketchup over her plate, resumed eating.
Glancing up, she asked, "Why is no one eating? The food's quite good."
"Yeah!" Triciantiya agreed indignantly. Brandishing her spatula, she ordered crossly, "Eat eat eat!"
They reluctantly took tiny portions of the food. Upon tasting it, they had various reactions depicting complete and utter horror.
"Triciantiyaaaaa!!! Are you trying to killllll usssssss?!?!?!" demanded Charmaine.
"But I thought it tasted good," Triciantiya answered, confused.
Charmaine gestured angrily towards Shanon's unconscious form.
"Can I have seconds?" inquired their resident Mist Guardian.
She was met with incredulous stares from the few conscious guardians.
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The following day, only Donna and Triciantiya went to school. The rest, excluding Shanon, were diagnosed with food poisoning and stayed at home.
Shanon was hospitalised.
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