Eh... this one's less detailed and a lot shorter than my other one- shots... Let's just say I got lazy... I still haven't finished Rewrite 007 for "T.R.R.o.R." because I'm trying to fix some mistakes for Rewrite 006... There were a lot of mistakes and missing parts in it... TT-TT
Hahaha... I don't think anybody's written about this topic yet. It may be a little corny but that's just how amore is...
Can this one- shot be counted as one of the few times Gokudera has ever fallen in love...? Eh... I don't really know... But still… It's as funny as Uri getting scared of the piano… XD
Disclaimer: Since I'm a college student and at the same time a starving artist... I don't make much money. I don't own anything from KHR!... So I have no money... Ah, no! Wait! I have... -stareatwallet- fifty centavos... AH NOOOO!!
Warning: Adults talking about adult things (...huh... really?) 8/ Well, wouldn't you want to know what Gokudera's type is? ;P
Note: The characters have never been to the future. This happened in the past of their adult versions in TYL Arc.
The Right Rewrite of Right: The Declassified Files
By: Satirical Juxtapose
Declassified File 004: Twenty Questions Vongola- Style
Written: Sunday, June 15, 2008, 02:04:12 PM
Edited: Saturday, July 05, 2008, 02:21:31 PM
Updated: Thursday, July 24, 2008, 07:32:36 PM
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Time: 04:17:44 PM
Location: Vongola Guardians' Lounge, Vongola Satellite Mansion, East Wing, Somewhere in Italy
Note: n/a
Archive Summary: Record file of Tenth Vongola Guardian of Storm, Gokudera Hayato's personal tastes and perception of beauty for psychological analysis.
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Yamamoto looked up from polishing his katana when the door to the Guardian's lounge banged open. Gokudera had just walked in briskly, hands in his pockets and silver- gray hair in a ponytail (with Uri following closely at his heels).
However, his pace and general behavior that told Yamamoto he was in a very good mood.
He supposed that could be partly attributed to Uri behaving itself. (Gokudera's beloved piano scores were probably safe for the week.)
But for some reason, it also gave Yamamoto the idea that there was 'something else' that put his friend in a good mood... He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it felt like now was a good time to have a friendly chitchat with his usually serious friend.
"Yo, Gokudera!" Yamamoto greeted his friend and fellow Guardian… After all, he DID seem like he wanted to chew the fat with somebody... It wasn't always that Gokudera was in the mood to (willingly) talk to him about non- mafia- related things.
The fact that he wasn't making any rude insult as a form of greeting attested to that.
Times when Gokudera was like this were as rare as a comet passing near Earth's orbit or some other once in a lifetime phenomenon. Yamamoto by this time knew that if he ever wanted to chat with Gokudera like a normal person, moments like these were the perfect opportunity.
"Hmm." Gokudera hummed in response to Yamamoto's greeting. He then occupied one of the long couches, kicking up his feet. Then he stretched out on it, propping his arms behind his head and closed his eyes.
Yamamoto set his katana and his maintenance kit aside. Then he leaned forward a bit from his seat on one of the long couches to scratch the back of Uri's ears to say 'hello' to the little box weapon. "You seem to be in a good mood." He said conversationally as he suppressed a roguish grin. He figured that since Gokudera was "in a good mood", it wouldn't be a health hazard to tease him a little bit right now.
Uri purred and nuzzled against Yamamoto's hand, long tail swishing back and forth. Gokudera watched the two of them for a bit then let a corner of his lip twitch upward. He closed his eyes again as if he were 'lost in a dream'...
"Something good happened?" Yamamoto continued, noticing that Gokudera had his eyes closed but his mouth quirked into a tiny smirk. Meanwhile, Uri purred contentedly again when he scratched under its chin.
"Wouldn't you want to know…?" Gokudera drawled lazily, a smug tone in his low voice.
Yamamoto raised an eyebrow at this.
He had noticed that the ladies seemed to love it whenever Gokudera used that certain languid enunciation. He'd observed it during Tsuna's last birthday party (but after he had been let out from under the stage though).
He then absently wondered if Gokudera was aware of that as well. Then Yamamoto noted the lack of a rude nickname again in Gokudera's reply. 'Yup.' He decided. 'He's definitely in a good mood.'
Just then, one of the other Guardians who had accompanied Tsuna to Italy walked in.
Ryohei yawned loudly and stretched his arms outward, making a popping noise with his shoulders.
"Yo, Senpai." Yamamoto greeted him. Ryohei grunted in greeting before plopping down on the couch beside him with yet another loud grunt. He had just come from Sawada's office with orders to go to the Varia in a few days. However, he had only very little but necessary items to take with him so packing his things was not an immediate concern.
"AH! I'm EXTREMELY bored! What are you guys doing here?" He asked in his usual loud voice.
Gokudera had not made any move to show annoyance at Sasagawa- senpai's arrival. In fact he made no move or sound to acknowledge their Senpai's presence at all.
'This is unusual', Yamamoto thought as he looked at him out of the corner of his eye; he was still wearing that pleased and smug expression on his face… Apparently Gokudera's reason for being in a 'good mood' was too good to be spoiled by Senpai's appearance.
Now this was really worth something to poke at and dig into.
"I was just talking to Gokudera." Yamamoto explained in a low voice to his senpai. "See? He's in a good mood... Suspicious... Ne, Senpai?"
Ryohei looked over at Gokudera stretched out on the couch across the one he and Yamamoto were sitting in.
The lone occupant of the couch across theirs was still wearing a smug smirk and had his eyes closed again.
Ryohei frowned and blinked… before he and Yamamoto shared a conniving look between themselves. Ryohei had also sensed that Gokudera had 'something' of interest and was just lying there, waiting for them to ask him, the smug bastard…
"Oh...?" Ryohei said, his interest having been piqued as well. "Octopus- head's in a good mood? Now why is that...?" He grinned, leaving the question hanging.
Hayato opened one eye with another accompanying smirk. Then he glanced at both of them with that one roguish, eye.
"Well, then why don't you two give a guess?" He waved his hand casually.
He was in too good a mood to be pissed at anybody.
The Hurricane 59 trainees could very well have blown up the piano room or started a food fight in the mess hall and he wouldn't even care to dish out punishments or singe some eyebrows.
It was a lazy afternoon and he had been practically kicked out of the Tenth's office when the Cavallone Boss came to call earlier that noon.
After wandering around town for a bit, he returned to the mansion with something most men in his line of work would call a "prize". He had then activated Uri for self- training again and went to find someone to boast about the fruit of his trip to town.
After so much trouble and hard work, who wouldn't want to brag about his "accomplishment"?
He then let both his eyes open halfway to look smugly at the two other Mafiosi in the lounge with him: Sword- idiot and Boxing- freak just happened to be the very convenient sounding boards right now.
He then smirked again in a way that told them to 'just go on' and ask him what put him in such a good mood… He was just waiting for them to take the bait…
"So... "Twenty Questions- Vongola Style", huh?" [1] Yamamoto let himself grin; he had a good guess for why Gokudera was in such a good mood. He mulled over for a bit how he was going to dig for proof. Uri flicked its tail and twitched its ears before leaving Yamamoto's side. It then clambered up Gokudera's couch to curl up beside its master to catnap.
"Fine by me." Gokudera grinned and closed his eyes again. Uri wormed into the space between his left arm and his side so it could lie down comfortably on the couch beside him to leech off heat. Then it closed its large eyes and went to sleep.
"OK... You just came from town." Yamamoto began.
"And?" That meant a 'yes'.
"You found 'something' (?) that you like there...?" Ryohei's grin widened when he said it.
"Keep going..." Another 'yes'.
"Your type?" Yamamoto asked.
"Ohhh, definitely yeeeaaah... She's gorgeous." He drawled while grinning with his eyes closed.
Wow, Gokudera has a type?
"Love at first sight?"
Gokudera opened his eyes to look at both of them, raised one eyebrow and smirked in response to the question. That was informative enough for Yamamoto and Ryohei.
"Does Uri like her?" Yamamoto prompted. (He had noticed before that Uri was picky with whomever its master associated with... which is pretty weird for a box weapon... but then again, Uri had long proven to them that it had a mind of its own. Yamamoto had had the unfortunate bulk of experience of restraining the little feline box weapon whenever Shamal came calling and (either trying to or succeeding in) dragging Gokudera out to set him up with various women.)
"Uri approves of her," Gokudera's reply was accompanied by a wider smirk, while scratching back of the aforementioned box weapon's ears. Uri's left ear twitched and it nuzzled into its master's fingers purring contentedly in its sleep like a real kitten would.
Meanwhile Yamamoto and Ryohei's eyes widened at his answer: the fact that URI approved of something (or someone perhaps) for its master was a very big deal already… This was getting even more interesting and made them all the more curious.
"She got curves?"
"Smooth and sleek ones… Miles of it; I couldn't keep my hands off them." (Ryohei snickered and mock- whispered to Yamamoto: "Don't you mean your tentacles?" and Yamamoto tried to keep his face straight.)
"A real beauty?"
"Made in Italy."
Ooooh... A European beauty... and an Italian one at that, Yamamoto and Ryohei looked at each other with raised eyebrows.
Maybe this was why Gokudera wasn't so interested in the girls from Japan when they were younger. They supposed it was a given since he was mostly Italian- blooded anyway... Must be something cultural or genetic...
"Does she speak Japanese?" Ryohei hazarded.
"No... In beautiful Italiano." Gokudera grinned as if he were imagining something with his eyes closed. Both men then wondered if that meant Gokudera finds a girl who speaks his first language sexy… [2]
"So what's she like?" Yamamoto wheedled. "Is she hot?"
"Too hot for EITHER of you to handle; she's so perfect." That was two questions answered in one go.
Ryohei gave a low whistle. "Did you have a lot of competition for her?"
"She picked me." Gokudera bragged, widening his smirk.
"She must have bad taste." Ryohei snickered but Yamamoto elbowed him to shut up. They had nine questions left before Gokudera could decide whether or not to tell them just who or what exactly had put him in such a good mood today.
"Is she 'high maintenance' or something?"
"But she's all worth it." Gokudera chuckled in a husky voice, letting that haughty smirk decorate his features again. Yamamoto and Ryohei's jaws positively dropped in disbelief.
Good God and Buddha... Is this LOVE?
"Does she know about you being in the mafia?" Yamamoto dared to ask.
"Definitely yep. Why wouldn't she?" Gokudera shrugged a little and closed his eyes again still smirking.
Wow, he's serious... Hell has frozen over!!!!
"How many times are you going to see her?" Ryohei asked leaning forward from his seat.
"As much as I want to." Gokudera drawled in that smug, lazy tone again.
…Okaaaay, how is he going to manage that?
"When?" Yamamoto asked as he stood up to put his sword and maintenance kit on the coffee table between them so Ryohei could sit more comfortably on the couch.
"Anytime I like." Both Mafiosi were tempted to ask: 'What about Tsuna/Sawada? Does he know?'
"Can we see her?" Ryohei asked instead.
"Right now?" Gokudera raised one silver- gray brow again. "Heh... No way… not yet." He then closed his eyes and smirked once more.
"Are we EVER going to see her?" asked Yamamoto, looking down at his friend stretched out in the couch from across the coffee table in front of them.
"She's going to be with me twenty four- seven. I'm never going to let her go." Gokudera grinned wolfishly, his eyes still closed.
OK... now that's a little bit confusing. They could understand the second sentence but what did the first one mean? Wait a minute… Were they actually thinking on the same terms here?
"Her color?" Ryohei tried. Yamamoto snorted in amusement at the question but didn't sit down just yet.
"Silver. Just like me." Gokudera chuckled in response.
Yamamoto and Ryohei looked at each other before returning their stares to Gokudera.
"So when are you taking her out?" Yamamoto asked.
"Only on real emergencies." Gokudera replied putting on that smug accomplished smirk of his again.
Huh? Yamamoto and Ryohei blinked. That REALLY/EXTREMELY...didn't make any sense to them... It didn't tie in with what they both had in mind at all. [3]
Only one question left: "So... This hot, silver, Italian beauty...?" Ryohei asked slowly. "She got a name?"
Gokudera's smirk widened even more and he began to snigger.
The two men then both wondered if they should brace themselves for a bombshell of a revelation... After all... this IS Gokudera Hayato, the "Smoking Bomb", they're talking to…
Gokudera suddenly sat up from the couch (jolting Uri awake) and broke out into an impossibly wide grin. He pulled out a small beige- colored cube- thing with a hole and with green moss- like stuff on it out of one of the inside pockets of his suit jacket:
A box weapon.
Meanwhile, Uri flicked its tail in slight annoyance but curled up again (this time in Gokudera's lap) to resume its nap.
"I'm calling her "Flame Arrow". She's a genuine Innocenti original and she cost me about three full month paychecks for her! You wouldn't believe how much I had to haggle to get it down to that!" Gokudera declared proudly like a little kid who's just gotten a new toy and was trying to get his playmates to turn green with envy... (Which he most probably is doing right now...) "She's really amazing! One of a kind!"
Then he began to babble and blather on and on about the "incredible new addition" he had acquired for his Sistema C.A.I. and what he could do with it so far.
But all of that information was lost on both his companions though.
Yamamoto and Ryohei stared, stunned for a split second, before they finally registered what Gokudera had actually been talking about and reacted:
Ryohei upset the couch when he fell over in disbelief.
"This is EXTREMELY wrong and disturbing...!" He groaned on the floor from the overturned couch. "What is wrong with you, Octopus- head?! Are you EXTREMELY brain- damaged?! Fed one too many Poison Cookies? Over- smoked TO THE MAX?!"
He was ignored however as Gokudera began to describe the variations he could make in each bullet (dynamite) with his newly acquired weapon.
Meanwhile, Yamamoto felt like smacking himself with his newly cleaned katana for having such high hopes. He'd been thinking that Gokudera finally got a girlfriend after nearly ten years of knowing him.
He really should have known his friend better...
Somewhere, inside one of the offices on the same floor, a disgruntled Dino Cavallone gave his Right- hand, Romario, a thick wad of cash after watching one of the surveillance monitors on Tsuna's desk.
At the same time, Tsuna himself fumbled in his desk drawer for an aspirin and his own wad of cash to give to Romario, making a mental note to himself to 'order' Gokudera- kun to "get a life" outside of the mafia.
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"T.R.R.o.R." Database Administrator's Notes: Hahahaha! Now go find a picture of the Flame Arrow and Goku right now so you can see the proof: they're so perfect together! They were made for each other! LOLROFLMAO...!
Okay... Feel free to throw the Ninth Boss' lifetime supply of tomatoes at me now...
[1] Twenty Questions- Vongola Style: Is not a real tradition; I just made it up. Eh... Rules? You're really just supposed to ask "yes or no" questions but this is the 'Vongola style' we're talking about. You ask nineteen questions that can sound ambiguous and or make the interrogated describe in vague detail and the final question has to make them name what they're describing. Then depending on the answer, you decide whether or not you want to kill the interrogated one. (Can you guess what Yamamoto and Ryohei's verdict is?)
[2] Speak to Me in Beautiful Italiano: Flame Arrow has this feature where it displays Italian text. As far as I know, it just displays 'how- to -use' directions. I don't actually know if Gokudera would really find a girl who speaks Italian sexy... But considering his strange tastes and many personality quirks, it's quite possible. ;P
[3] Big Boys and Their Toys: Oh, I dunno... They could have been talking about a CAR instead... What is it with guys referring to their big boy toys as 'she'?
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