LCIH: Here's the next chapter! I apologize for such the long wait. I had absolutely no clue who to write for next, and to gain my inspiration, I began watching the KHR! anime. I don't know if you've all noticed, but all my inspiration for Yamamoto has been dwindling...gasp, a terrible tragedy! And it's all switched to the beautifully arrogant Xanxus~~

LCIH: Anyways, enough of my ramblings. Enjoy!~~


Gokudera was all smiles and cheer the next morning as the usual trio walked to school.

"You're in a good mood," Tsuna observed, with a smile of his own. He flicked his eyes over at Yamamoto. "And, Yamamoto, you seem kind of…weird."

"Hahaha, sorry," Yamamoto laughed. He scratched the back of his head, going for obliviousness. "I didn't get enough sleep last night. I'm a little off right now."

Tsuna nodded. He'd been there before. "Ah."

Of course, that wasn't the truth. Not at all. If anything, Yamamoto had gotten more than enough sleep. He had ended up passing out in the bushes in front of (y/n)'s house. He didn't know exactly when he'd woken up, but the moon had been out and the stars twinkled above overhead. The lights to (y/n)'s room were off.

The vision of her, bare, exposed, in only her lacy white panties, flashed across his mind. It had etched itself into his head for, ahem, personal uses. He wouldn't submit to them, no, but he couldn't say the thoughts weren't tempting.

He sighed, pressing the heel of his hand into his forehead.

Before he could force himself to forget the images, there was a sharp elbow jabbed into his side.

Gokudera gave him a wide grin. As before, it was iscary/i, but Yamamoto was too jazzed up to feel any more frightened about it. "So, so, so," the silverette practically chirped. "Didja do that Mist Freak's stupid dare?"

Recognition passed over his face, and Tsuna turned to him expectantly.

"Well…" There was a smug look on Gokudera's face, and Yamamoto gritted his teeth slightly as he smiled widely. "As a matter of fact, yes. I did go through with Mukuro's challenge."

A face-palm from Tsuna.

Gokudera was anxious to know details. "And? What happened?" he inquired, leaning forward so he could stick his face in Yamamoto's and whisper, "Did you get a load of boobs?"

At this point, Tsuna was horrified. The poor boy's face was as red as a fire engine. He stared, open-mouthed. "Gokudera-kun!"

"Sorry, Tenth, I forgot that your innocent presence was here." The bomber bowed his head once, twice, thrice.

And then he had straightened up and was looking at Yamamoto with a hungry glint in his eyes. "Spill it, baseball nut! Don't keep the details to yourself!"

"Hahahaha, Gokudera, I didn't think you would have the hots for pretty (y/n)."

"Tch." He scoffed. "I don't. She's just a stupid woman." Then he grinned crookedly. "But she's got a nice rack!"

A silky voice joined in on the dialogue. "My, Hayato, it's such a joy to know that my little brother is finally getting some hormones. You're growing up, aren't you?"

Three heads whipped to the left to find Bianchi lounging against the wall, her posture strangely feline as she gave them all a lazy smirk. Clad in only a shock-of-red-colored midriff and thigh-hugging black jeans, she was stunning, and she knew it, too.

"B-Bianchi-san!" Tsuna stammered. Her beauty got to him, even, and his face flamed more.

"Yo," Yamamoto offered, to which she gave a languid nod.

"Sis! Ug-g-gh, euaagh, my st-stomach…" And Gokudera was down, his face against the asphalt, clutching his stomach in agony.

Bianchi didn't seem to notice the state he was in. She dragged her fingers through her lavender hair, and said, "I heard from the Mist Guardian, Takeshi Yamamoto. You went Peeping last night, didn't you?"

The image was as clear as day. Yamamoto screwed his forehead up in knots, forcibly shoving it aside. "Mukuro told you?"

"It's a shame, really, but I expected this from you. Actually," she rephrased, "I didn't expect iyou/i to go out for a little strip-search, but out of all the Guardians, you'd be the one to faint from a nosebleed. With the exception of Tsuna, of course."

Tsuna didn't catch that last part; he was kneeling at Gokudera's side. "What are you doing here, Bianchi-san?" he asked.

She pushed herself off from the wall, coming over to standing beside Yamamoto. "It seems you have a love problem on your hands, Takeshi Yamamoto. Your first mistake was to take advice from that wretched Guardian." Then she touched his shoulder gently. "Why didn't you come to me instead?"

"Eh? You?"

Tsuna yelped loudly. "Hiiiieee!" He shot to his feet and began waving his arms around frantically. "No, no, Yamamoto, don't! You don't want to listen to her—!"

"We girls love food," Bianchi said, as though the brunette had never spoken. "And it is absolutely romantic whenever we receive food from our man."

She smiled. "You know what I'm saying, right, Takeshi?"

He did, and it surprisingly was a normal idea. Knowing Bianchi, he had been dreading an over-the-top response or something to do with her eternal, undying love for the spunky baby Reborn.

Yamamoto nodded, slowly, as he thought it over. "That's pretty good," he complimented, "and I think that might actually work, Bianchi. Thanks!"

In response, Bianchi's smile widened.

"Yes, and I can help you make the food, hmm?"

"Well, yeah, since you offered the idea—"

Tsuna was hysterical. "Yamamoto, you know what happens when she touches food, right?" he exclaimed quickly, his words rushing over one another. "It all turns to poison cooking!"

Gokudera gave some input with a weak, "Unnng…"

"Oi, true." Yamamoto held his hands up. "Uh, sorry, then. Bianchi, I don't think you should touch it…"

"Hmmph." She turned her head away, her nose high in the air as she snubbed him. "You ask for my help, I give you a suggestion, you take it, and then you don't even allow me to help? Takeshi, your upbringing is rude."

He opened his mouth to apologize again, but Tsuna cut in. "We don't have time for this! We need to get to school!" He grabbed Yamamoto's sleeve and tugged. "Come on, Yamamoto, at this rate, we won't make it!"

"Wait, what about Gokudera?"

"You just leave him here," Bianchi purred, and she stroked Gokudera's forehead gently. The bomber recoiled from her touch with a low groan. "He seems to always be falling ill in my presence. Obviously, he is not eating enough. I will take him home and give him a nice breakfast."

"He already h-had some," Tsuna protested.

But the Poison Scorpion had already begun dragging him away. "Leave it to me," she called over her shoulder, and then she fixed her eyes onto Yamamoto. "Make the food tonight, Takeshi. Love is best served fresh."

"Will do." Yamamoto spared one last glance at Gokudera before he ran off after Tsuna.