First and Half Meeting

HAPPY -BELATED- CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY -ALMOST- NEW YEAR!

I managed to finish on the 31st! If I leave you confused, don't hesitate to ask, cuz I'm not sure if it's all that clear ^^"

IMPORTANT: When they are in Italy this: "speech" means they're speaking in italian. It just was too much to translate back and forth XD...Sorry OTL

"Shovel." Was all he said, poison still lacing his voice. The dumbfounded teen gave it up. Tsuna glared at Takeshi. "Don't help."

The Italian chose a patch of dirt and rolled up his sleeves, showing toned arms and he started digging. He didn't just scratch the surface of the earth, no, he ripped off chunks of soil and dumped them aside. He suddenly stopped a good fifty centimeters deep and stabbed the earth below repeatedly. He clicked his tongue, stepped out from his little hole and started all over in another section of the ground. Again. And again. And many times more. Until suddenly:

Clank

Tsuna stopped digging and crouched. With his hands he uncovered a small brownish square box. The Italian brushed the dirt off and it revealed a lunch box. He turned to the other two.

Takeshi blinked as the Italian brunet turned to him, holding out the ragged lunch box quite innocently. Behind him, the whole area was covered in holes, some of which had been roughly covered. The Italian was covered by a slight sheen of sweat and his hands and feet were covered in dirt. He had taken off his gloves and coat —they were currently in Takeshi's arms— revealing tanned, calloused hands and sturdy, yet lean muscles that showed though his long-sleeved black shirt. He had a stoic expression, yet his eyes were playful.

"You found it…" Takeshi's friend muttered, still somewhat shocked. Takeshi laughed cheerfully as Tsuna walked forward and deposited the lunch box in the shocked teen's hands in a mocking way, looking self-satisfied. He looked like a proud cat, like a lion maybe…

A sleeping Takeshi smiled as he remembered that day. He was curled up, hugging his pillow. Suddenly a frown started forming on his face.

The proud lion turned to him and Takeshi blinked as he saw Tsu-kun.

His friend blinked at him with big brown eyes. Eyes that were slightly anxious…

"Tsu-kun? Something wrong?" A small Takeshi tugged at the other's hand when he saw that expression on his face.

"Is it good to be here?" Tsu-kun's voice was small as a pout made its way to his lips.

"Eh? Why not?" Takeshi tilted his head to a side, confused. Tsu-kun stared at him, seemingly confused, opened his mouth as if to speak then shook his head.

"No, it's nothing!" Tsu-kun said, eyes stern. Takeshi peered at his friend and then smiled cheekily.

"I don't know what that was about, but alright!" Takeshi laughed as he pulled his friend by the hand and after a small pause, the brunet joined him…

Takeshi rolled, his head hanging from his bed. Few moments later, the teen was blinking sleepily as he strove to wake up. He glanced at the clock. His alarm would be ringing in a few minutes.

'Might as well get up now.' He thought as he sat up and started his day. He didn't remember a thing about his most recent dream.

March 13th, 2012

Vongola Training Grounds (150 km away from the Vongola Mansion),

Sicily, Italy

Tsuna looked up from his bruised arms —he had just finished a deadly training with Reborn — and he raised his left arm to rub his face tiredly. He looked up to the clear sky with a sigh. He wanted to return to Namimori so badly, more specifically to a certain sushi restaurant.

"Oi! Focus!" Reborn had been talking to a man from an allied family when he noticed his student 'slacking off'.

"I finished already!" Tsuna exclaimed as he frowned at the other. He heaved a step and another and then another. His legs felt like lead and his breathing was ragged and he seriously needed a bath. Walking slowly, the teen made his way to the small shelter to take a rest. Before he was out of line of hearing he heard:

"That's Vongola Decimo? He looks weak."

"Let me tell you that the training Decimo just finished left Dino Cavallone unable to walk away on his own. He was rendered useless for more than a week."

"…" The silence that followed seemed to be filled with reluctant awe. Tsuna smirked as he approached the shelter. His smile dropped slightly as he gazed at the sky once again. 'I wonder how's he doing…'

Above him clouds suddenly formed and startled the young heir as a soft rain started pouring. The teen stayed there, letting the cool raindrops numb his pained body.

'Takeshi …I…'

Same day,

Namimori, Japan

Takeshi was whistling to himself as he helped his dad unloading a fresh stack of Tuna. He easily transported the heavy stack on to the counter of the shop and started putting away the raw meat. He passed by the window and saw a clear blue sky. Just like the day he had met Tsuna.

'I wonder how are you, Tsuna

…'

'I want to see you…' Two minds whispered at two points in the world, far away from each other.

April 2nd

Vongola Mansion,

Sicily, Italy

"…and then you go swooosh! You need to tilt the wrist like this so the ball goes fiuuum!" Takeshi was cheerfully explaining to Tsuna, who had a blank expression not sure what to think of those explanations.

Tsuna then turned around with a frown as he felt something, he turned back and saw with surprise how Takeshi was a little kid, who continued explaining something….

"….we go sploosh!" Takekun was saying as he stretched his little arms above him. He looked at him with a big smile plastered on his face.

Tsuna frowned in his sleep as Takekun's voice echoed in his ears. He shifted uncomfortably as he kept dreaming.

"Takekun what does going sploosh mean?"

"Eh? It means going wham and splash-!"

Sharp orange eyes open suddenly and the —previously sleeping — brunet jumped out of bed in a single fluid move. Mere seconds later, several knives were embedded in his bed. Tsunayoshi snarled at that before ducking to dodge more incoming knives.

"Ushishi, looks like I missed." He narrowed his eyes as he caught sight of a moving shadow and he charged.

With his flames he propelled himself forward and kicked at his opponent.

"What do you want now, Belphegor?" His kick was parried and in turn he had to twist around to avoid deadly threads. "How did you manage to evade all my guardians?"

"Ushishi, they're quite careless…" Belphegor said in a sing-song voice, making the other snarl at him again. The brunet jumped back, feeling a headache coming. He turned sideways as another set of knives zoomed past him. Both teens turned their attention to the door as they heard rustling and hurried footsteps.

"Tenth! I heard a commotion and I-"Tsuna's Storm Guardian burst in from said door and immediately froze at the sight. "Wha-! Bel, how did-? what the fuck are you playing at? Get away from Tenth you bastard!" Gokudera fumbled with words in his rage. Clearly not amused, the Bloody Prince twitched with a grimace before pocketing his knives.

"I'll get you a new pup, this mutt is starting to irritate me." The blond deadpanned, irritated.

"There won't be a need Bel, I'm alright with my guardian, and I would rather you stop trying to assassinate me in my sleep. It's creepy."

"Ushishi, but you're still alive ~"

"I already settled my business with the madman, Xanxus. What else do I have to do, to get rid of you?"

"Hmm…tell me, who's this Takkun?"

"Hah? Who's-" Tsunayoshi paused. That name sounded familiar. "Where did you hear that-?" He glared at the Varia member when he threw another knife at him.

"Kaching. If you won't tell me, then I'll just find out myself." Belphegor said, his voice more menacing. He smiled in his characteristic way before swirling around and jumping out of Tsuna's window. "The prince will take his leave, Vongola."

The Vongola Heir didn't know whether to feel worried or incredibly irritated at him. He settled for exasperated. Boy, who would have thought that the Bloody Prince would be so persistent with testing him. Tsuna smiled to himself.

Xanxus had good friends.

"Fratello? What's going on?" A sleepy eyed boy came in through the door, after apparently waking up due to the commotion. The Vongola Heir turned to look at his young Lighting Guardian.

"Nothing much, Lambo, just showing a guest to the exit." The brunet said kindly, patting his little brother figure on the head.

"Was it Bel again?"

"I thought I had told you to keep an eye out for the enemy!" Gokudera interrupted, still irritated at their impromptu guest.

"Bel's not the enemy." Lambo stated simply and Tsuna had to hold back his laughter. Yes, Belphegor was no longer their enemy. He was happy that Lambo knew how to forgive. Now if he could just teach that to Hayato…

"You idiot! Bel tried to kill Tenth years back and even though Xanxus has stopped any further conflict, he is still trying to kill our boss!"

"Language!" The Sky Guardian chided to his right hand man with a light smack on the forehead. "If my word counts on anything, Lambo's right on this one, he's no longer an enemy. Although we can't let our guards down, right Lambo?"

"Eh, ah, sure…so hey, fratello, Lambo's curious, who's this Takekun?

"Hmmm, I'm not sure. I just know I dreamt of him a while ago…"

"Just like your dreams of Takeshi?" Lambo asked in a mischievous way making Tsuna blush slightly.

"I haven't been dreaming of him!" Lambo grinned mischievously. "What are you talking about?!

"He's the one that makes weird sounds when explaining right?"

"No, you brat that's his childhood friend, right, Decimo?" Hayato corrected, immediately turning to confirm with him. "Decimo, is something the matter?"

"Takeshi also…No, never mind." Tsuna muttered, a slight frown of confusion on his face.

"Ei, ei, Fratellone, can you tell us more about Takeshi?"

"Eh? Why!?" Tsuna almost stuttered in his surprise making Lambo laugh.

"Well, I like him!"

"…Fine." But before Lambo could as much as whoop, he added: "But first let's get you tucked in bed, it's late."

"But Fratellooone~" The youngest whined.

"No buts. Seriously, how old are you?" The brunet questioned jokingly which earned him a stuck out tongue. As they started walking to the boy's room, Hayato excused himself, saying he needed to 'patrol the perimeters'.

Not until Lambo was safely tucked in bed, with him sitting next to him did Tsuna speak: "Well, let's see…he's a baseball fan, he plays in his school's team but he's a real danger…uh, also, he…"

And so, Tsunayoshi described his Japanese friend to the best of his abilities, and the longer he talked, the more he described…the more he felt a nagging suspicion form in his mind.

'Is Takeshi…Takekun?'

After Tsuna finally left, still pondering on the question, a shadow slipped away, slightly curious.

'Takeshi and Takekun? More mysterious friends? Ushishi, it must be investigated!'

They were still at the beach. But now they were playing with a huge beach ball. Tsu-kun had real good aim but Takeshi packed a lot more strength in his throws; but still not much due to his age.

Takeshi got distracted and instead of catching the ball, he tripped and fell, missing it. Pouting, the small raven stood up and trudged on towards the ball. But the object was lifted before he got to it. Someone else had picked it up. Takeshi looked up and a sting of danger buzzed through his small frame, he was scared of the man who had their ball.

"Here, this is yours right? Why don't you come closer so you can take it back? ... What's wrong? Huh?" The scared boy was shaking his head vigorously as he started retreating, No longer smiling, the man let the ball drop to the ground as he lunged at him. Takeshi barely had time to yelp before a small figure intercepted the attack by planting his feet in the adult's face. "Take-kun, run away fast!"

The little raven turned to do as told but the disturbing snickers made him look back. He was frozen in place and feeling sick. The man had somehow grabbed Tsu-kun and was holding a knife to his delicate neck.

"….Tsu-kun-?"

"Hurry up an' leave!" Tsu-kun's squeaky voice ringed with alarm and a bit of fear.

The man behind him snickered again. "So it was true, the little heir likes to play hero. You're so easy to manipulate it's not even fun. Anyways, you're coming with me. You hear? No crying, no biting no temper tantrums or I'll slice your pretty little neck, are we clear?" He then turned his gaze towards the scared raven. " Same goes for your friend over there, got it? Oh and nothing about tattling on us. You can guess what would happen then, right?" The man watched the unmoving boy with a raised eyebrow. "So scared he can't even piss himself. Utterly disgraceful. What puny little famiglia do you belong to?" An unbidden flush colored the boy's face, snapping him out of his shock. But when he started to sprint forward to…try and help his friend two things followed quickly.

"No! Run awa-AH!" Tsu-kun had yelled a warning only to be cut off via a knife biting into his neck while a hand harshly yanked his head backwards. Takeshi stopped once again, lost in the— crimson red— that started to flow out.

"I said no tantrums you dimwit." The man sighed as he retracted the knife, earning another wince from the brunet which he ignored. "Wonder why I even try to talk to kids. Whatever I'm taking my leave-"

And once again, several things happened simultaneously.

The raven's aura drastically changed, turning his glazy eyes into a blood-lusting glare, which startled the man a tiny bit. Takeshi threw his cellphone to his face —he couldn't remember ever taking it out — and Tsu-kun bit hard unto his assailant's hand before successfully yanking the knife away as he spun and dug it deep within the man's body-

"RUN!" The brunet spun on his heels, grabbed Takeshi by the hand and started sprinting away. His hand was slippery. And very red. Takeshi burst out in tears even as they continued running. Away from the scary man who had fallen to the ground and was not moving any longer….

His nose clogged so he had to breath in through his mouth, as they kept running. Every time his hand slipped because of the red —blood, it was blood — Tsu-kun was quick on grabbing hold of him again and again.

And finally they stopped.

"Tsunayoshi-kun! What-? Who is this-? Calm down both of you, you're alright now, Shush, it's alright, it's alright." They had reached a kind old man who promptly kneeled and hugged both children, trying to calm them down. Or rather just Takeshi since the brunet was silent and motionless…

Yamamoto Takeshi woke up, his ears filled with the blare of his alarm. He got up to stop it, a nagging feeling accompanying him for the rest of the day.

But Tsuna wasn't calm. His hands were digging in a painful way into Takekun's hand and Grandpa's back as tears threatened to fall. Blood still flowed from his neck and his bottom lip into which he had sank his teeth.

He had to be strong,

He knew he had to be strong. Reborn always said he had to be strong. But he might have died. Or Take-kun might have died. And the man had died. And it just hurt so much. Wouldn't Reborn forgive him if he wasn't strong right now?

And then he saw Takekun's gaze on him. The raven extended a hand —smeared with blood because of him —and patted his hair. "There, there, Tsu-kun. If you wanna cry then cry."

Tsuna made a face even as he let the tears flow along with his wails and sobs…

Tsunayoshi woke up. He gulped hard as he sat up, mind racing. 'Well,' Tsuna thought wryly once he had calmed down. 'One mystery solved, I now know when I met Takekun for the first time or rather Take-kun, the way I used to call Takeshi…'

June 23rd, 2012

Namimori, Japan

Takeshi went to the front doors to open them for business when he was startled at seeing a kid already there.

"Yamamoto Takeshi?" The kid asked with a heavy accent. The teen blinked surprised and nodded.

"Yeah, that's me…?" At that the boy peered closely at him with clear green eyes before scampering off.

"What was that?" Takeshi muttered with a raised eyebrow before shrugging and returning to the shop.

He was being stared at. It had been over an hour since it started. It was staring to get bothersome. Takeshi scratched the back of his head nervously as he glanced again at the kid…the same he had chanced upon while opening the store. The boy hadn't spoken a word and didn't even look like he knew the language.

The boy looked to be about seven, with black curly hair that looked like a mix of an afro and a stylish haircut. His most striking feature were his cow printed jacket and hat…And were those horns?

'He must really love cows…I guess' Takeshi thought amused, although he was starting to worry since the kid had been standing there for a full hour now. With a sigh he approached the kid.

"Uh…Would you like some?" Takeshi said, offering the kid an open bento. The boy blinked at him, before taking the offered lunch box, cracking a smile when he saw the rice cow staring back at him.

"Thank you." He said in Japanese, surprising Yamamoto. "Jeje, tu mi piaci." He said with a wider grin before ignoring the baffled teen and gobbling down the food.

"You waiting for someone?" The teen inquired, as he watched the other eat. A shake. "Tell me then, what were you doing?"

"Uh…I…wanted to meet you… Voglio sapere chi sei. Mio fratello è molto affezionato a voi e ho dovuto assicurarsi."

"…What?"

"Thanks for the food." The kid simply said as he hurried to stand up, give a smug grin to the other and dash out. "You're lucky I like you!"

"Hmpf. Finally the annoying cow has left." The raven barely had time to be surprised, before he spun around at hearing the voice. A weird looking blonde had appeared out of absolutely nowhere, sitting like he owned the place with a disturbing smile on place.

"Ushishi, I wish to be served the Takesushi special immediately, peasant. "

"Right away!"

Well, he could be certain he was having an interesting morning.

Bel kept watch of the Japanese's every move even as he hummed pensively. He hadn't found information on any 'Takekun' nor any 'Takeshi that fit into the impostor boss' (His true boss would only be Xanxus) description; so when he had heard from the cow-boy that he was going to pay a visit to said 'Takeshi' Bel decided to tag along.

And here he was now, staring at the perfectly ordinarily 'Takeshi'. The bloody prince was just a bit disappointed. 'If this Takeshi is a civilian then most likely the Takekun is one as well…' Bel's grin faltered a bit in his version of a pensive frown 'If Takeshi is Japanese, then there's a chance 'Takekun' is too. But then, it would be most likely 'Take-kun'

'Take-kun as in Takeshi-kun…'

'Ushishi…I'm a genius~'

November 15th, 2013

Sapporo, Japan

Tsuna came out of the meeting looking impassible as he walked past all the Mafiosi and Yakuza— converging at that spot simply for the meeting— but on the inside he was dead tired, the meeting had dragged on for hours and being the heir —meaning not the Vongola Boss — meant that nothing would've happened should he hadn't gone…except maybe being pummeled by Reborn.

He was suddenly patted on the head and he looked up to see the understanding look on Ganauche III, Nono's Lighting Guardian. He let a faint smile pull the corners of his lips and his painfully rigid posture relaxed slightly. In the far distance he could hear a crowd cheering and as he turned around his eyes widened a little. Near the place where the meeting took place was a baseball stadium. His eyes softened as he remembered Takeshi once again, although he was careful enough as to avoid showing any more emotion. He saw a minuscule blur up in the air as he heard the people cheer harder and he sighed softly. 'He couldn't be here, could he? That I'm in Japan doesn't mean I'm near Namimori… it would be too much of a coincidence…'

Tsuna kept musing over a certain baseball player as he waited for the Limo the Vongola would be in.

There was no way he could keep being friends with him, right? Takeshi had a dream and he was a Mafioso and he didn't want to complicate things for him nor make it dangerous… but, maybe he could keep him away from trouble, from his mafia life. Like he had told Reborn a year ago ('A year ago seems too much time..'), Takeshi was his normal friend.

Who already had been tainted with the red blood of his first kill.

Tsuna had remembered —he wasn't really sure when — the time of his first kill…and his time with his first non-mafia related friend Take-kun, or rather of a young Takeshi.

If he'd done such a bad job at protecting him from the mafia then, then what would change now?

Wouldn't it just happen again?

A white van suddenly approached the stadium and teenagers started pouring out wearing their representative uniform. A tall teen caught his attention. His posture seemed familiar. 'He… he stretched just like him...Haha, as if.' The Vongola heir mocked his nonsensical wish –even as a hollow pang filled his chest —and smiled wryly before turning around as he heard whispers. Timoteo, Vongola Ninth, had just exited the building and was walking towards them— his storm and rain guardians closely behind.

Timoteo's face softened into a smile as he stood in front of his grandson and placed a white fedora on the teen's head, chuckling at the startled other.

"How was the meeting?" He asked warmly, completely disregarding the dozens of dangerous men around him. Tsuna gulped uncomfortably feeling eyes on him and straightened his back, momentarily forgetting about Takeshi.

"It was… educative." Tsuna said in a calm voice. He could already feel the stares boring holes on him when suddenly the tension broke as they all suddenly erupted laughing.

"Gahahaha, I fear for the Vongola, with such an uptight heir!" One said good-naturedly, and —to Tsuna's dismay — the guardians and Nono were also chuckling softly. With a burning face Tsuna fixed the fedora on his head, bowed to them and entered the Limo that had fortunately already appeared. Laughter quieted down at this and one of the Yakuza group —a man well on his forties— sighed contently and said to Nono: "He isn't such a bad lad, is he? I'm glad, the Vongola will manage just fine. Timoteo-san, you must bring him back once in a while!"

"Will do."

The Nami-chuu baseball team had arrived at their destination: The Northeast Stadium. Excitement was bubbling among all the teammates who were chatting away and teasing one another. But a certain raven was spacing out, looking out from the window.

'Those men remind me of something…' The baseball ace, Yamamoto Takeshi was thinking as he eyed a group of men. Or more like, two groups, one wearing weird hats and suits and the other traditional Japanese clothing. The latter—to whom he didn't pay much attention —, reminded him of the Hibari's group. The former, of Reborn and oddly, of Tsuna. He kept watch of that weird group as his ride stopped and as he —along with his team — got off.

He stared at the stadium , stretching lightly to free himself of the tension of the trip. Still intrigued by the strangers, Takeshi turned again to catch a better glance of them. He froze. '…Tsuna?'

A slender brunet with a white hat on ducked out of view as he entered the car that had approached. Leaving a distracted and confused raven behind.

The baseball ace started playing feeling odd, sad and longing and thus, his results weren't as outstanding as usual. And sadly, that was all the difference the other team needed to get ahead of them. Needless to say, all the fault fell on him.

"Come on Takeshi, we're losing! Do something about it!"

"Yeah, if we lose because you didn't do anything I'm not forgiving you!"

"Keep it together!"

"Not good anymore? What are you going to do if baseball's all you're good at?"

The Namimori baseball ace felt the comments of his teammates pulsating in his mind at the time his swollen wrist and elbow both pulsated in pain. He walked to the home plate and prepared, wincing lowly at the increasing pain. Since his right arm wasn't working properly, he swung a bit earlier than usual and the ball made contact and he was going to send the ball flying in a homerun…but his arms weren't working, the ball kept pushing his arms—which already were bent in an awkward position-

CRACK

A fraction of second after hearing that, everything went silent. Takeshi stared as the ball silently fell to the ground and he felt numb and disappointed.

Then the pain came.

And darkness descended upon him.

Yamamoto Takeshi had to be carried to the closest hospital with a fractured and heavily sprained arm.

January 1st, 2013

Namimori Park, Japan

The baseball fan arrived, the first of January, reportedly the coldest day of this winter. Takeshi didn't feel the cold, he was way too excited. Finally, today he would see Tsuna again.

Though, he had come way too early, Takeshi mused on this, as he decided on what to do for the meantime. He didn't want to leave when Tsuna arrived, missing each other completely. Well, then he'd wait on the bench…but well he could do some warm-ups and a couple laps…yeah he could do that… but given his broken arm —and it was the first time he thought about it without any kind of negative emotions— he'd better just walk around. Oh well, walking it is.

Fixing the position of his broken arm , Takeshi thought about the cute brunet he was going to see in a while…

He wondered what he could do with him…Oh, maybe go to the movies?

He kept on thinking and walking, as the hours passed. His arm in a sling completely forgotten for once.

Takeshi bought something to drink at a vending machine nearby and waited for another couple hours.

Takeshi started needing to use the bathroom so he wrote a note to the Italian, and left in on the bench.

Minutes later, his heart seemed to skip a beat when he didn't find the note. Had someone taken it? Had Tsuna maybe…

His eyes glimpsed his note on the floor, still pinned down by the rock he had grabbed, but about to fly away.

'Oh, haha, my mistake.' And so he sat down and waited some more.

He kept waiting.

The baseball fan lingered, the first of January, on the coldest day of that winter, but Takeshi didn't feel the cold, well, he did, but he was way too numb to feel anything else.

Takeshi had to admit it, Tsuna wasn't coming anytime soon. Perhaps never. Perhaps he had lied to him when he told him he'd be back…

Perhaps he had lied to him since their first words.

'It's not like it's gonna be changing the fact that he's not coming.' Takeshi thought sadly, bringing a hand to scrub his face.

'Why does everyone lie to me? Why is everything so fake?'

'Is it that I'm not worth being told the truth?' Wow. Takeshi realized how sad and puny he felt at realizing that. And… 'But I can't tell them off as liars since I'm a liar as well. Stupidly enough, I want them to notice my lies.' And then, his mind helpfully brought back a memory…

"Takeshi?" "How long… how long have you been practicing your fake smiles?"

"…God dammit." The teen's mouth curved downwards, utterly disgusted in himself.

The only person to have seen through his lies, ended up being a huge liar as well. Ironically, it was with the Italian that Takeshi felt as if he mattered, as if Takeshi meant something to Tsuna…

'Would it even matter if I wasn't here?'

Even as he had lost all hope, the teen didn't have the energy to head back home, as he mulled over that thought until well into the night. As the chill seeped into his bones, a sense of dullness seeped into his mind.

'No, I think not.'

A small bitter smile curved his lips.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

…It ended on a strange-sad note… ._./ The author didn't see that coming.

So, I want to clarify a thing. The big italic part without a date nor a place written on top ( i.e.: 1st of Jan, Namimori…bla bla) was a memory. A memory neither of them remembered but dreamed of anyways (does this make sense?). Tsuna woke up and connected that Takeshi was Take-kun. And Takeshi woke up not remembering a single thing! : D (Please don't kill me…).

I'M SO FREAKING SORRY FOR THE UTTER LACK OF ROMANCE HERE. I PROMISE NEXT CHAPTER WILL HAVE!

And Bel appears to have slipped into this for no particular reason. I REALLY don't know why him but meh, here's an OMAKE of him anyway (this one isn't really funny tho):

OMAKE

Takeshi had been helping his dad at the restaurant when he spotted a certain blond walking inside and immediately brightened. It was 'the prince' or so he had said. The baseball teen didn't know whether he was acting or just messing with him, but he had had a fun time listening to him. And also, he had been too lazy to separate the bills he had brought (while muttering "this is why I hate cash" ) so he just grabbed a bunch and dumped them onto Takeshi.

"Keep the peasant's change, peasant."

"Uh…you sure? it's quite a lo-"

"Ushishi, I'm sure. Because I'm a prince."

And like that, Takeshi had ended with a good laugh and a pretty good tip all for himself.

Back to the present, the teen approached him once the other had chosen a table.

"Hello again, ready to order, Your Highness?" Takeshi always enjoyed playing along and the other always seemed pleased at it.

"Ushishi, I'll have the Takesushi especial again."

"Right away, prince." The raven returned to the kitchen to place the order. But then he saw his dad taking his apron off.

"I'm going on a delivery, since there aren't many clients here." Tsuyoshi explained, waving a small order note in his hand. "You can take care of things here for a while, right?

"Sure, be careful Pops!"

The Yamamoto patriarch exited the kitchen, giving a cursory glance at his restaurant as he headed for the exit. He froze.

"Ushishi, we meet again, Tsuyoshi."

Tsuyoshi face-palmed. Another Mafioso. Great.