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S E C R E T
"I-pin-chan!" Mako threw her hands up, attempting (and failing) to block the Chinese girl's view of the large double doors which led to the kitchen before continuing in an unnecessary loud voice, "Wh-wh-what brings you down here, I-pin-chan?"
"I only came for a glass of water," the girl said, reaching passed the slightly shorter teen easily as she grabbed for the door knob.
"N-no!" Mako shrieked, pushing I-pin's hand away, "I-I mean, why don't we just sit out here in the hall. You want water, you say?"
"Yeah, that's what I said," I-pin eyed the short haired girl suspiciously. The teen was wearing pajamas – a baggy shirt and athletic shorts. Had it not been for her overly obvious – ahem – she could've been easily mistaken for a boy.
"Right, well, I'll see what I can do about the water!" the girl replied loudly, like unnecessarily loud, and cleared her throat, "But, I-PIN please do not go into the KITCHEN and get a CUP OF WATER."
I-pin's eyebrow rose, "Why are you acting so weird?"
"I'm not."
"What are you doing in that kitchen?"
"Nothing!" a shaky smile appeared on the girl's face.
I-pin used her ninja skills to grab hold of the handle.
"No, I-pin, don't-!"
The girl was cut off by one of the large kitchen doors creaking up. She peered over her back, spotting a slightly tanned hand holding a cup of ice water. Mako's expression brightened,taking the cup from the 'mysterious' hand and twirling to face the taller girl.
"Here you are!" with an extended hand, the violet eyed girl offered the water, "Nice and cold. Now you should get back to whatever it was you were doing that didn't involve going into the kitchen, right?"
"I guess so…" I-pin said reluctantly, taking the glass from her dark haired friend and taking a sip, "Don't forget about our session, like last time."
With that, the Chinese girl turned around, her long braided pigtails swooshing with the motion, and walked slowly down the hall. Mako waited for awhile. Only after a moment or two passed after I-pin was around the corridor and out of sight did the younger Hibari march back into the kitchen.
"I thought we'd be found out for sure," Mako sighed in relief as she raked her hands through her short black hair.
"Yare, yare," sighed the other teen preoccupying the room, "I still don't understand why we're keeping all of this a secret."
"Because it's more fun this way," Mako grinned, making her way towards the cow print wearing Lambo, "Don't you think?"
"I shouldn't be doing this."
"You're the only one who could," Mako pouted, "Everyone else has real business to attend to."
"Yare, yare,"
"Stop your complaining and start icing the damn cake."
"You don't have to be so mean."
Lambo scooped white icing onto a metal spatula, grim look spreading across his face as he glided the icing covered utensil across the soft bottom layer of the cake. Mako laughed as she sat down, noticing the expression on her friend's face.
"Why so glum, chum?"
"It looks so tasty," Lambo almost cried, smoothing the icing out. The strawberry pink cake (which Mako baked out of a bunch of strawberry batter boxes) was six layers, the bottom layer being the biggest and the top layer being the smallest.
"It's not my fault you were banned from sweets," Mako said, matter-of-factly, "Maybe if your teeth weren't rotting out of your face, Sawada-sama wouldn't have banned you."
"A guy gets one cavity and he's forbidden to eat sweets," grumbled the emerald eyed guardian. Mako snickered, spreading cream cheese frosting over the cake's surface.
"Well, that's what you get."
"You're so mean, Goggles."
Mako snorted, adjusting her thick rimmed glasses, "Baka Ushi."
An hour later, the duo stared up at the tall cake. Its white frosting was even and smooth, topped with strawberries. It. Was. Perfect.
"It looks so yummy!" squealed the shorter teen, green video camera with a glaring red light directed at the masterpiece.
"Yare, yare," instantly, Lambo became the star of Mako's video.
The violet eyed girl stuck her tongue out from the director's position, "You're just mad because you can't have any."
The girl gingerly set the camera down on the table, pointing it at herself.
"And now," she narrated dramatically, "The moment we've all been waiting for!"
The girl stared into the camera as she scooped the last bit of icing out of the container, "The first official taste!"
The girl slowly placed the sweet covered spatula onto her tongue, enveloping the utensil with her lips. Instantly, the sweet shock surged through her. Lambo squirmed uncomfortably as he watched her. She was teasing him, he probably knew that much. He may have even known that by practically forcing him to ice the cake while he was forbidden to even taste it was all a part of her revenge. When she had gotten a cavity (about six years prior to the event taking place), he made fun of her to no end. Now, here she was, taunting him mercilessly.
"It's delicious," Mako grinned around the spatula, looking over shoulder at the staring Thunder Guardian, "Absolutely wonderful. I wish you could try this, Lambo!"
"Mako…" Lambo said through gritted teeth, "You're a bitch."
"It doesn't feel so good, does it?" Mako's expression suddenly changed. Lambo's eyes (well, eye) narrowed at his friend.
The next thing that registered in Mako's mind was that she was trapped under the Bovino, pinned to the tile floor.
"You're evil," Lambo almost whined.
"What're you going to do about it?" Mako provoked. The spatula had flown of her mouth during the 'fall,' but Mako had long since sucked the icing off.
Lambo growled. What could he do? Breaking Tsuna's rule would most definitely get him beaten half to death by Stupidera. Knowing Mako, she would surely tell on him had he broke it (or so he thought).
Mako squirmed beneath the heavy guardian.
"Get off, Lambo! You're fat!"
She froze, catching the mysteriously sly smirk crossing the Thunder Guardian's face.
"What are you– MNPH!"
Lambo's lips smothered her's, his tongue slithering into her mouth. He could taste the sweetness. Mako tried wiggle free, but his arms pinned hers down and his legs restrained her's.
After awhile, Mako settled down, a realization washing over her. This was what she's always wanted, and she never even knew. Lambo pulled away, a satisfied smirk painting his face.
"There, now all I'm guilty for is kissing you."
Of course – he wanted the frosting. Mako pouted habitually as he let her arms go. She had just started to enjoy it.
"And all you can pin me for is-."
"Sexual harassment?" Mako frowned. Lambo, finally realizing how much smarter his plan sounded in his head, face palmed, still hovering over the girl beneath him.
"Baka Ushi."
Lambo's eyes widened. Yes, the shock caused both of the boy's emerald eyes to double in size. Mako's arms reached up, wrapping around his neck and pulling him down just inches from his face.
"I swear, you're the biggest idiot I've ever met."
Her arms pulled forward, closing the gap between their lips.
Seconds passed, feeling like hours. And in those 'hours', the kitchen door creaked open.
"Cow."
The person who owned the voice was more than familiar. A hand clenched around the back of Lambo's shirt, picking him up off the boy-ish looking girl. Lambo found himself looking into violet eyes.
"I'll bite you death."
