Xx...Amnesia...xX
Chapter I
Summary : After a legendary battle where he singlehandedly dealt with a giant rival mafia family, Vongola Decimo disappeared without a trace. Two years later, the Rain and Storm Guardians found an ordinary, pathetically clumsy dark brown-haired man uncannily similar to their disappearing boss in a FREAKING FAMILY-RUN CAFÉ! Semi-AU/TYL
Disclaimer : 1) I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. It's Akira Amano's. I just messed her work with weird ideas :P!
2) I don't own the cover photo. It's a creation by zanael of deviantart
Warning : 1)This is a HUMOUR and FLUFFY fic!
2)This is my first humour fic. Prepared for a pathetic attempt at comedy.
Chapter I
Rendez-vous
_ Somewhere in Cologne, Italy _
In a certain village, there was a small family-run café in a lesser-known corner off the beaten track. The place was quite old and a bit run-down but very well-kept.
Inside were a mini coffee counter and a sink serving as a kitchen along with three desks and about ten chairs.
It wasn't a very big café. It also rarely had any visitors apart from regulars who knew the owner well.
This morning, the bell rang sweetly with the arrival of a familiar face of a pinkish-haired tall man in shirt, red tie and red pants with a fire tattoo on the right side of his face.
"Hey, Giotto, a cup of extra robust cappuccino as always," shouted the man as soon as he stepped in.
The gravity-defying blond behind the counter nodded and laughed softly at that,
"G, You know, cappuccino is probably the weakest kind of coffee ever known. You couldn't have it 'extra robust'!"
The so-called 'G' spilled one of his characteristic "Tch," knowing the blond would be able to meet his demand anyway. That's why he was a regular of this almost unknown place; no other café was able to serve him an 'extra robust cappuccino.'
A warm middle-sized cup of brownish liquid with some froth on the top was placed on a table. The red-haired man was snapped back to reality, letting one of his small smiles at the irresistible smell of Giotto's heavenly coffee. He always came to the café every morning and every evening after work, when he would meet all his coffee circle friends. A morning like this was one of the few times he could actually relax.
Then another ringing of the store bell, and a sexy-looking green-haired man stepped in.
"Oh, Lampo. Buongiorno!" greeted the blond cheerfully.
The green-haired man only nodded emotionlessly and went on to order a cup of coffee.
When the coffee was served, the blond sat in a chair opposite his, giving one of those puppy eyes which Lampo knew was a sign of Giotto going to ask a challenging task out of him. Sadly, he could never refuse those desperate, pitiful looks.
"Lampo, I have a favour to ask you"
Wow, that's totally expected, thought Lampo almost regrettably.
"I know, of all of us, you have the most free time," said Giotto while mentally adding or no occupation at all, " so I want you to help look after the shop this afternoon while I'm going up to the city for some ingredients."
Lampo showed his absolutely bored facial expression, moaning "Why, me?"
Giotto signed and calmly explained, " Firstly, the others, like G, Asari and Knuckles, are busy. Secondly, though we have another employee here, he is not very reliable, you see. I just want someone to make sure all my china and porcelain collections are not broken."
Thinking back to the time that certain no-good employer spilled coffee all over his newly-bought brand shirt and broke a couple of plates and cups, Lampo signed irritably and reluctantly nodded though not before arguing, "I can't cook."
"Yes, but our shop is rarely visited except by our regulars who we know always drop by in the morning or at night. And I know you could brew the mere coffee. Anyway, he should be able to cook!" said Giotto almost too optimistically. Lampo facepalmed at this.
_In the afternoon_
A young man with unruly green hair yawned. He had been sitting by the counter in this abandoned café for a while, knowing nobody was going to come through that door. He couldn't understand why Giotto chose such a remote, unpopulated location like a deserted island with a few retired fisherman houses and theirs for his shop.
He would have fallen sound asleep had the bell not unexpectedly rung.
"Hey you, do you sell any drinks here?" asked a crispy male voice roughly.
Lampo only lazily opened one of his eyes ( as he always did, though), feeling quite annoyed from the disturbance to his sleep.
In front of him were a grumpy silver-haired man and a contradictorily happy-go-lucky black-haired Asian. How could they even be friends?
"Hey! I'm asking y-,"
"Never mind our rudeness. We're just very thirsty, so we were wondering if we could have some drinks here," the black-haired cut the silver-haired, smiling broadly.
A Japanese, huh?, though Lampo, that nauseously polite way of speech is just like Asari…
"Yeah, we sell coffee…" Lampo replied in his usual apathetic tone.
"Is this how you treat a freaking customer!?" snapped Gokudera.
"Maa, maa. We didn't see any other shops around anyway"
Then the two travellers engaged in a verbal fight, leaving Lampo yawn waiting for them to finish.
"So we noticed that you also sold lunch here," the Japanese abruptly continued the left-out conversation.
"Yeah, but you see the cook- ," Lampo didn't manage to finish his sentence when suddenly the black-haired man stared shooting a list of weird dishes like Babimbub (Korean rice) in milky sauce and milky vongola pasta. What on earth are those? Even though they were mainly café, that didn't mean they recklessly used milk in meals as well!
Lampo found retorting and explanations would only go against his energy conservation principle ( sounds like Hotaro from Hyuuka), so he decided to simple nod asking for a repetition of the order.
"So, in a nutshell, Babimbub in milky sauce!"
"Just a risotto."
Lampo lifelessly walked to the kitchen behind the counter while the two strangers waited patiently (probably) in their seats.
A pretty girlish whining followed. Then a loud thud. Half an hour later (finally), Lampo rushed out of the secret lair ( aka Giotto's kitchen) with two suspicious-looking dishes with some kind of scary fumes.
Don't tell me they're actually assassins with the same technique as Aniki, thought Gokudera incredulously.
"Here," crudely said Lampo jerking the dish on the table and retreated to the counter.
The two customers exchanged looks and glanced back at the dishes. This repeated for a while until their stomachs gave painful cries, and they submitted to the huger from the all-day search. Both reluctantly dug their spoon in the dish.
Clank! Clank!
At that double clatters, Lampo looked up only to see the previously hot-blooded young men ( damn, he sounded old) now opening their mouths agape with wide eyes like dying goldfish.
"H-Hey," Lampo was quite unsettled by what he saw. Did they just kill customers? How could he explain this to Giotto, and the police! It's that Giotto guy fault anyway, dammit!
Suddenly, the two men were brought back to earth and synchronously approached him with pleading eyes.
W-What? That guy didn't put random love portion in the food, did he?
"Could we see the cook!?" the normally quarrelling two men now chorused in unison.
"H-huh?"
"Please!"
Darn it! If one were to point out the great Lampo's weakness, it must be his willingness to comply with a request.
"Oi, Shou Kenbou, the customers want to see you!"
A reply was a surprised yelp. At that, Lampo pressed on, "Just come out, now!"
Out of the kitchen stood a familiar-looking man with dark brown eyes and hair, which is as gravity-defying as ever, reminding both of the highly wanted man by the Vongola though disguised by the ragged apron, dishellved hair and pathetic attitude.
"Juudaime!?"
"Tsuna!?"
To be continued...
Author's note:
How was that? I know it's lame and not funny at all. Ha ha (nervously). I just came up with this fluff and couldn't help writing it. The urge to express my strange creativity was just too great.
Surprised it's the first gen (no, it's stated in the summary, idiotic tea-stained brain (Thou has drunk too much tea!) ? Lol, initially I was going to use OCs, but I just recalled a random doujinshi i came across in Japan (it's G27. Not that I'm a yaoi fangirl, though :S...) It's about Giotto, TYL Tsuna and Tuna cat (weird?) running a cafe together (the fluffiness made me roll my eyes). Ans, so , yeah, that way would be fluffier and more popular as well (I sounded like a cunning marketing bloke now...)
Now, regarding the linguistic features :
Buongiorno = Good Morning
Shou Kenbou = derives from ' Kenboushou (健忘症),' meaning amnesia. 'Shou' here is the first name while 'Kenbou' here should be surname. If you order it in western style, it is Shou Kenbou. In Japanese style, Kenbou Shou. It should be spelled in a cool way as "ケンボウ ショウ" though (pardon my Japanese. I'm a no-good student despite almost nine years of studying it!)
About the coffee knowledge, I'm not really sure. I was told by someone that cappuccino is "not (the real) coffee"!
Ciao Ciao!