I am back after a looongg time, that's what multiple tests do to you, kids. That and being a fangirl. But I couldn't stand not having stuff to read anymore, so I am back to writing it. Enjoy the wooing of one Sawada Tsunayoshi!


How to stalk your crush: Arcobaleno style.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was being stared at. His hyper intuition wasn't tingling, it was screaming at him. Currently, he was staring at the very sexy, very tall and very good to look at face of Sasakura-call-me-Mitsuo- kun. They had met up after Mitsuo kun's shift at the café had ended, and had ended up taking a long walk down the streets of Namimori, with no particular destination in their minds.

Mitsuo didn't just have a honey voice, he was pretty smart too. And smooth. Damn, the man was so bloody smooth; Tsuna could just about slip and fall down any moment. When he had told Mitsuo about this, he chuckled and said, "Then let me be the floor on which you fall, huh?" with a look in his eyes that made Tsuna choke internally. The glare intensity on his back increased by 12%.

Reborn, true to his word, had been trailing them, but Tsuna wasn't really trying to pay much attention to him. Key word: Trying. With the way the glares were burning his back up, it sounded like Reborn wasn't too fond of Tsuna ignoring him. If this were any other situation, Tsuna might've just called Reborn cute for being so demanding. He stopped and thought about what he had just thought, and the depth of it. He had made it sound like they were….. Gods no. That line of thought sent goose bumps down his spine, and a strange feeling in his chest.

He shook himself internally and smiled at Mitsuo kun's concern over him suddenly stopping, assuring him that he was fine. Was there something red on Mitsuo kun's cheeks? No, it must be the lighting, Tsuna thought, continuing to smile up at him. The glare intensity seemed to reach 45%. Tsuna involuntarily shuddered. Then Mitsuo kun asked him whether he was cold, to which Tsuna responded that no, he wasn't that cold. Mitsuo simply put an arm around him, almost cuddling him into his chest. Tsuna blushed. Somehow, Mitsuo's way of holding him was completely different then Yamamoto's friendly one-armed hugs.

The glare levels gained a boost of 77%.

The streets, which were usually empty around this time, were un usually crowded by all sorts of strangers. The funny thing was, their dresses and outfits seemed to become increasingly outlandish, and was that a man in a Scottish kilt?! He looks like Colonello without his no. 1 headband on, Tsuna thought slowly. But then stopped that train of thought, because why on earth would Colonello dress up as a member of the Scottish band and prance around the streets of Namimori? Also, Colonello never removed his headband. Sometimes he even slept in it. It was cute, Tsuna thought, that all of the Arcobaleno seemed to have a strange form of attachment to their clothing. Reborn with his fedora, Colonello with his headband, Verde with his coat, Mammon with his face-covering hoodie, Skull with his helmet and piercings, and Fon….Wait, what was Fon attached to? He probably dressed the most normal, except for the ski mask outfit that he almost always used for spying. Tsuna could literally sketch all these items of clothing and accessories from mere memory, he was sure of it. Reborn's would be the easiest, that fedora practically haunted him in his dreams, covering the sadistic gleam in its owner's eyes while adding an aura of mysterious sexiness to the man.

Wait, why did he always end up thinking things like this? He was on a date, damn it! He should not be thinking about how the Arcobaleno dressed or how Reborn looked, but about the guy next to him. Making up his resolution, he snuggled in deeper in Mitsuo's arms.

Suddenly, a gunshot-like sound cracked the air and Tsuna froze. "What in the world was that sound?!" Mitsuo said, sounding bemused. Tsuna knew that it was Reborn. It had to be. He had felt rather than seen the bullet whizz past Mitsuo and into the lamppost. Luckily, Mitsuo seemed unaware of the danger he had just been in. But not for long, Tsuna thought with dread. If he turned to the right, he'd see the obvious bullet hole, and would obviously question it. He had to distract him….

"Mitsuo kun, Mitsuo kun. Forget about the noise, it must've come from somebody's house." He said, and reached up to his tippy-toes to kiss him. He could feel Mitsuo's shock at the sudden kiss, but he quickly responded by pulling Tsuna closer by his waist and cupping his cheek with one hand. He felt a tongue demand an entrance, and in the sheer shock of actually kissing someone, gasped.

The tongue slid in as the hand slid further down his sides in a sensual manner that sent shivers down his spine and squeezed his butt. Tsuna half-squealed, half moaned. Mitsuo kun knew how to kiss, he thought dazedly, and felt his knees collapse as his hands developed a brain of their own and tangled themselves in Mitsuo's dark locks.

He had only meant to distract him. But, Tsuna supposed, this was a very welcome distraction. Mitsuo kun was an excellent kisser. So why was Tsuna's brain imagining the same scenario with 6 very different people in his mind? His hyper intuition was screaming. A familiar sound of a sub-automatic rifle went out in the distance, and Tsuna wept. All he wanted to do was go on a date. How had this happened?


How was it? I know I am way overdue to write, but I'm sorry! I was ill, and then I had exams, again. Hopefully I'll update again today evening or tomorrow by latest. Thank you for putting up with me!