Okay, because people suggested to use Alaude instead of Alaude, I'd changed all 'Alaude's into 'Alaude's :P And thank you for I.A.A.N. for correcting Alaude's hair color (I'm slightly daltonism…to the point I couldn't differentiate dark red and dark brown -.-). Anyway, if you're wondering when Giotto can rape Tsuna…I had to say that you pervos had to wait… -kick'd-
Also, this chapter is pretty long…sorry to tire out your eyes x.x
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"…in other words, let alone time travel with time shifting like Urashima effect and etcetera, creating a time machine with science technology and scientific fiction itself, we have to use materials that will be able to hold up velocity higher than sonic speed."
"Alright, thank you for your presentation, Giotto. Is there any question?"
Giotto smiled smugly as he watched his classmates' dumbfounded looks. Most of them didn't have the knowledge about such difficult subject, while those who knew about advanced science like him choose to stay silent because they comprehended what he was talking about. In the end, no one asked a question to him and the teacher allowed him to return to his seat, before calling another name to perform.
"You're a cruel genius, Giotto." G., who sat next to him, smirked. "You intentionally made almost everyone in this class confused."
"Sensei said that the score depended on the content of the presentation and how I answer the questions thrown at me," the blonde kindly remarked, "My presentation is good enough, and if no one asked, that means it was flawless and all of you understand what I explained."
"More like, too confused to make a question…"
The two turned around to the student who sat behind Giotto, Asari. He looked so frustrated and scribbled something on his notebook. "One thing for sure, you ruined my dream of going back to the past at a certain point and fixing a mistake," he muttered.
"Hey, I didn't say it was impossible. Humans just have to invent the material needed for the time machine… though I doubt it would happen any time soon." Giotto grinned.
The raven haired teen was about to retort when the bell rang, indicating the lunch break. "Ah! Finally!" he cheered happily, stretching his arms while he straightened his back. The teacher had left the class right after the bell rang, and he didn't even bother to get a salute, but the students seemed to pay no mind about it. "Oyaji put ikuras and kappa makis for today's lunch. Wanna have some?"
"Sure," his two friends replied almost immediately, and they were about to walk out of the classroom together when they heard an announcement,
"To all Student Council members, please come to the Reception Room. Repeated, to all Student Council members…"
Giotto groaned. There goes his chance to eat the famous sushi made by the one and only chef of Takezushi. Asari told him that he would leave some ikuras for him, so he smiled a bit and left his friends to go to the Archive Room. He wondered what happened that made Alaude call all his subordinates to meet him. Certainly, they did nothing wrong to that dictator, did they?
He pushed open the door and saw that most of the SC members had gathered and was standing before Alaude and Kyouya. Those subordinates of his opened a path for him to confront the Committee's Head, who seemed to be in no mood to have idle banters—though usually he wouldn't like that kind of activity as well. The two blondes faced each other; both had a look that demanded an explanation or solution.
Alaude sighed. "I'll go to the heart of it: the due to submit the documents to the Disciplinary Committee so we can give our stamp is today. Yet we have only received eighty percent of total documents supposed to be sent to us."
Oh, yeah…I forgot. Giotto clicked his tongue secretly and stared back at the other blonde. "I'm sorry, but we didn't have enough members to finish on time. I request a deadline extension."
"You can't," Kyouya snorted. "Next week we'll have our hands full with the preparations and proposals for the upcoming Summer Festival. We have to complete the documents today."
"…Fine. Can you wait until dismissal time?"
Both prefects looked at each other, discussing about the matter through eye contact and minor facial expressions, before they finally turned to the President and gave him an affirmative nod. Giotto smiled gratefully then spun to face his members. "You heard them. Let's finish the documents today."
"But, Iinchou…" One of them lifted her hand, so he glanced at her. "I have a test after the lunch break over."
"Me too. I have to perform a presentation after lunch break."
"I didn't eat my breakfast this morning, so I'm starving and want to eat my lunch."
"I have to work on my assignments."
Giotto slapped his forehead, frustrated. Why were the freshmen becoming more and more annoying as each year passed? Couldn't they put aside their personal problems and put the school's problem as their priority? Though he had to admit, forcing them to work at lunch break was very selfish of him. In the end, he let out a deep sigh and gave his members a disappointed look.
"Fine... I'll start myself. When you have finished your lunch, test, assignments, presentation and whatever else, please come to the Office."
They nodded and left the Receptionist Room in order, before began running in the hallway because they noticed that there was only fifteen minutes left before the lunch break ended. Kyouya's smile twitched, and soon he stepped down on the hallway, chasing down those rascals. Giotto shook his head, too annoyed to pity his subordinates.
"How shameful," Alaude commented curtly. "That's why I told you not to accept new applicants easily."
"I can't help it. If I don't accept them, I won't have any members."
The dictator heaved a sigh. "Just go already."
Giotto smiled thinly and nodded, then left Alaude alone in the Reception Room. He was too busy making mental notes about what he had to do and what commands he would give to his subordinates once they finished their problems that he didn't even notice the concerned look the head prefect secretly threw at his back.
Tsunayoshi read the plank on the door. It read 'Student Counseling Room'. He averted his gaze to the application sheet he got from Giotto—it was still blank—and back to the wooden door. He was determined to return the sheet today; then again he had no idea which club would accept him, the dame-Tsuna. So Hayato suggested him to visit the teachers at the Student Counseling Room, because they (maybe) could help him. Speaking of Hayato, he and Takeshi had gotten a call and had to see their respective club leaders so they couldn't accompany the boy to see the teachers.
Should I really enter? I heard that the Counselors were a bit eccentric…I hope they're not a pervert like Dr. Shamal!
Inhale, exhale. The brunette steadily shifted the door and inclined his head. "Excuse me, I wish to discuss something with the Counselors!"
"Oh? How rare..."
He looked up and saw three people in the room, clad in office suits. Two of them were males, and they sat on a long couch in the middle of the room, while the last one who greeted Tsunayoshi was a black haired woman with a kind smile. Among the three, there was only one who seemed to be a scary teacher. Tsunayoshi was about to study the said teacher's appearance before he found himself forced to sit down on a single-seated sofa, just in front of the long couch so he faced the male teachers.
"Relax. The Counselors here won't bite you, they're tame," the female teacher giggled. "By the way, I'm Aria-sensei, the sophomore's Biology teacher. They're Knuckles-sensei and Reborn-sensei, the Student Counselors. You can always depend on their advice—they're always right."
"Aria, if you're just going to promote us, you can return to your lab," the scary teacher chided her.
"I was just trying to get the boy to loosen up. He's scared of you, Reborn. Actually, most of the students are scared of you."
Reborn just scoffed, then looked away to ignore Aria's scolding. Knuckles gave a small chuckle and distracted the brunette's attention from the other adults' squabble with his question. "You're a freshman, right? What brings you here, while the terms have just begun?"
"Ah… I want your advice about my club of choice," Tsunayoshi replied, a little nervous. "I didn't get to sign up for a club during the Entrance Ceremony Day, so I asked for an application sheet from the Student Council. I want to return the sheet today, but I can't figure out which club I want to join."
"Don't tell me… you're Sawada Tsunayoshi?"
"You know me, sensei?"
"Of course we do." Aria smiled, having had enough debating with the black haired man on the couch. "You became a hot topic among teachers."
Tsunayoshi mentally sweatdropped. "Because I'm a dame-Tsuna?" he asked.
"No. Because the Student Council President kissed you..."
He blushed in rapid speed when she mentioned that. All three teachers had amused smirks on their face. They were probably holding up their laughter too. It was true that the news about Giotto kissing Tsunayoshi on the first day of school had spread to the teachers, but instead of thinking that it was a degrading act, they were quite amused and wished to know who this Tsunayoshi was.
"Anyway, this is not the right time to discuss about that subject," Reborn interrupted, actually having a sinister grin stole on his lips. "You want our advice regarding the clubs, correct?"
"Ah…y-yes..."
"Then my advice is: you don't have to bother finding one."
"Eh?" both Aria and Tsunayoshi gave the raven haired teacher a puzzled look.
"I have to agree with Reborn," Knuckles said, "We heard about your reputations as a dame-Tsuna during middle school. Bad grades, weak stamina, and often become object for bullies. We fear that you don't fit to enter any of scholastic clubs in this school."
The brunette despaired. He knew that they would say that, but he expected softer statements and some encouraging words. He heard Aria scolding her fellow teachers and told them to speak softer and not too honest like that. But it was too late. Knuckles was right; he really didn't have a chance to join any club—
"Excuse me, Reborn-sensei."
They all looked up and found the Student Council President stood on the doorway. He looked tired and sweaty, and very surprised when he found Tsunayoshi was there. Well, of course he would. Most of the time, students who had to see the Counselors were students that had issues. Those issues varied from study problems to gang fights, so it explained Giotto's anxiety.
He approached the freshman, his blue eyes trying to detect lies or fears from the younger student. "Tsunayoshi, what happened? Why are you here, facing Reborn-sensei and Knuckles-sensei?"
"He wants to get some advice so he can choose a club." Aria smiled, sharing the same entertained feeling with her fellow teachers who watched Giotto's caring attitude towards the boy. The blonde hardly lost his composure in school and always appeared like a perfect person so it amused them to see this side of Giotto.
"I'm sorry, Senpai… I'll try returning the sheet today," Tsunayoshi begged, feeling a bit guilty.
"Thank you. I actually really need you to return the sheet today… which reminds me," the senior turned to look at the scariest among the three teachers. "Sensei, I want to borrow the notes regarding students' psychological, IQ, and interest. You had the freshmen's written already, hadn't you?"
"Reason?" Reborn questioned, though he appeared to have no interest in what Giotto had to explain.
"Alaude wants me to submit all remaining files done today."
"I see. Then, get it yourself from the bookshelf."
"Thank you."
Tsunayoshi watched the blonde get some maps from the bookshelf before he excused himself from the room. Seconds later, both Aria and Knuckles sighed sympathetically, causing the boy to frown at them. "Is there something wrong?" he asked innocently.
"No, we just pity him," the Biology teacher replied. "We heard that many incompetent students joined Student Council. We call them incompetent because according to rumors, they joined just because they want to be famous. Our school's Student Council reputation is well-known, so it didn't surprise us if there are students that try something sly like that."
"The third-year students who managed the Student Council along with Giotto since they were just freshmen had resigned, because they had to focus on their studies. Giotto stayed because he knew he couldn't trust the sophomores to replace him," Knuckles added.
The brunette began to pity Giotto as well. He finally knew why the senior looked a bit messed up just now. He was probably busy running all around to get the needed files and data for these documents he had to submit to the Disciplinary Committee ('eh, Alaude-san is the Committee's leader, right?' Tsunayoshi wondered because he vaguely remembered Takeshi mentioning Alaude's name). He didn't even realize that Reborn had been observing him for quite awhile now, with a creepy evil smirk.
"Sawada Tsunayoshi, do you still want to find a suitable club for you?" he asked, snapping the boy from his train of thoughts.
"What? Oh yes, of course!" Tsunayoshi straightened his back, staring hopefully at the teacher. "Do you have any suggestions, Reborn-sensei?"
"Yes. You can't join any scholastic or sport clubs, so I think you should try organization instead. You can become helper, though I don't know how far you can help the organization, knowing your reputation as a clumsy kid."
Tsunayoshi's ears flushed at the taunt, but kept listening anyway.
"So I suggest you take the opportunity and go help the Student Council now."
The way he said it, it sounded like Reborn ordered him to do it, not suggested him to do it. "Um…why can't I try the Disciplinary Committee instead?"
"Do you think you can survive under Alaude and Hibari's strictness? They won't hesitate to hit students with their almost-inhuman strength, you know."
"Beside, Sawada-kun," Aria patted Tsunayoshi's slender shoulder. "The Student Council needs help. I'm sure Giotto will be happy to accept your help."
"Though, it's really up to you. After all, it's you who will join, not us," Knuckles encouraged.
The brunette took his time to think about the advice. Actually, he told Hayato and Takeshi about Giotto's offer, but the silver haired teen had objected. He said that joining the Student Council would take away most of his study time at school, due to many projects and events that the organization had to arrange. Also, those two warned him that Giotto would probably take advantage of him while they were alone. But still…
He got up from the sofa and bowed. "Thank you for your advices, sensei!"
Giotto stretched his arms. He was so tired, typing the required data for ninety students all by himself. After he typed the data, he had to print them and put them into different maps, then label them with the student's name and their class. Surely, it wouldn't be a problem if he had one or two person helping him to manage everything, but sadly, his (egoistic) subordinates had something else to do.
He was about to fill basic profiles for a student when someone entered. He didn't bother to look up, because he thought that person was Alaude or Kyouya, who often visited without knocking on the door first.
"If you just want to check my work, you have to wait until—"
"Anou… Giotto-senpai?"
The blonde was surprised to hear the familiar voice and immediately averted his gaze from the computer screen. Tsunayoshi stood before him, looking a bit nervous. The boy put down a small sheet, which he recognized to be the application sheet he gave the other day, though he didn't see any stamp on the paper.
"Eto…I want to get your stamp," he stuttered.
"My stamp?" Giotto lifted his eyebrow, but seconds later his eyes widened. "You mean…?"
Tsunayoshi nodded. "I want to join the Student Council."
For a moment, nothing happened. The brunette felt a bit awkward, due to the unexpected silence. He thought that the senior would act all hype and welcome him cheerily, but here he was watching as Giotto sat still on his desk-chair, staring at him with those cerulean eyes of his, which still had the same effect—hypnotize him.
Finally, after minutes that felt like hours, Giotto reached out for his signet and stamped the application sheet. He then rummaged through the stack of maps on his desk, pulling out a map with the label of 'Sawada Tsunayoshi' from the pile, and put it into the archive before placing the map on top of the pile. This baffled Tsunayoshi, and made him wonder whether Giotto was okay or not. However, he didn't have the chance to ask, because suddenly he was pulled into a tight hug.
"Thank you, Tsunayoshi. You can't imagine how happy I am!" he heard the blonde cheering happily.
The brunette was thankful that his face was buried into Giotto's broad chest, or else people would notice his cheeks flushed red. Then again, this position caused him unable to breath, thus he began to struggle from the President's embrace.
"Fhemphai pweash lef meh guh!"
"Oh yes, sorry."
Giotto released his dear junior and smiled apologetically at the sight of flush-cheeked Tsunayoshi. He waited until the boy calmed down a bit before he spoke, "I really appreciate it if you want to help me, Tsunayoshi. We have to submit all freshmen's profiles to the Disciplinary Committee before the dismissal time."
"Sure. Please give me your order, Iinchou." The brunette grinned.
The so-called Inchou laughed. "You don't have to call me Iinchou. Just call me 'Giotto-senpai' like usual, or," he flashed a sly smirk, "you can call me 'Giotto-koi'."
"No, thank you."
"I know, I'm just kidding…"
Tsunayoshi smiled and nodded. He was about to ask what he could do, when the bell rang, telling students to return to their respective classrooms because the lunch break had ended. He saw Giotto simply returned to his desk chair and started typing again, as if he didn't hear the loud jingle.
"Anou…Giotto-senpai?" Tsunayoshi began.
"Yes, Tsunayoshi?"
"You're not going to attend classes?"
The blonde looked up and was going to say something, but decided not to. Instead, he slapped his forehead. "Ah sorry, Tsunayoshi... You can return to your class," he apologized.
"But, what about you?"
"I have to finish this."
"Oh…"
Giotto thought that the brunette would leave the office and went to his classroom, leaving him to work all alone again. So it surprised him when he saw Tsunayoshi took the pile of archives from his desk and brought it with him so he can sort them out. The boy, noticing the strange look he received from his Iinchou, stated, "I'm a Student Council member too. I'll help you finish this, Senpai!"
Giotto was taken aback. He didn't expect Tsunayoshi to say that. And he, once again, felt so happy that the boy was there. Smiling contently, he took out a small paper from his drawer and wrote something. When he was done, he put his computer to stand by and got up from his seat. Tsunayoshi saw that and he was surprised when he found himself dragged out of the office forcefully.
"G-Giotto-senpai? Where are we going?" the junior asked, fearing that the older male would do something perverted to him.
"Faculty Office, to get some required data from the teachers. Also, we'll give this to your class," he showed the small paper he wrote earlier to his new subordinate. When the boy frowned, he added, "It's a dispensation memo. This way you won't be marked as 'absent' while you work for Student Council during classes."
Tsunayoshi's face brightened at the explanation. He was worried that the teachers would scold him if he had to leave classes for Student Council's projects, so this relieved him. "Thank you, Senpai!"
Kyouya glanced at his watch. It was almost dismissal time, and he hadn't seen Giotto yet. He glanced at his cousin, who was writing—no, doodling something on a paper. Alaude seemed to be nonchalant, despite the fact that he was waiting for Giotto to submit the files that he promised. Minutes passed, and they still waited for the blonde.
"Alaude," the raven haired one started, "They won't submit it in time."
The older prefect stopped his activity and looked at the office's doors. Truly, there was no sign or sound of footsteps, informing the Student Council President's arrival. He said nothing, but it was clear that he was concerned. Finally, when the minute hand reached ten, he got up from his seat and—
"Excuse us."
The doors swung open and entering with a heap of maps were Giotto and Tsunayoshi. The tall blonde put down the maps he brought on Alaude's desk, before helping his junior with the maps he carried. With a victorious smile, he exclaimed, "There, I finished them before dismissal time. Are you satisfied now?"
Alaude eyed the stacks of maps before him. He approximated them to be about ninety files, precisely the number of files that hadn't been submitted. "Okay, your task is completed."
"Ah… thank God." Tsunayoshi smiled, turning to look at his Iinchou who had a smug grin on his face. "It's a relief, right, Senpai?"
Giotto nodded and ran his hand through the brunette's silky hair, ruffling it. "It's all thanks to you, Tsunayoshi. I doubt I can finish it before the time if you weren't there to help me."
"It's alright. I'm glad I can help you."
They were about to continue their conversation when they heard a loud growl. Immediately, Giotto's face reddened. It was his stomach's voice, and he knew why it protested loudly: he forgot to eat his lunch.
"Ah…how embarrassing. And I didn't get to have a taste of Tsuyoshi-jiisan's sushi," he chuckled, trying to ignore the stares that came from the other three.
"Wait, what?" Alaude glared at the taller blonde, eyes stern. "You didn't eat your lunch?"
"You asked me to come during lunch break and—"
"I didn't ask you to come immediately!" the head prefect snapped, interrupting Giotto's explanation. Both Giotto and Kyouya knew that trying to cut Alaude's sentences would anger him further, so they let him continue. "You're allowed to eat first, but you have to see me when you're done. How foolish can you get? What if you're stricken with a stomach disorder?"
Meanwhile, Tsunayoshi could only watch silently with mouth slightly parted and eyes widened in pure shock. He was surprised, because he didn't expect Alaude, who appeared to be a calm and composed guy, to scold Giotto about the importance of lunch to stay healthy. It seemed strange to him, but he knew it was normal for Giotto and Kyouya.
Finally, when the jingle that indicated dismissal time throughout the whole school resounded, Alaude stopped his lectures. He sighed, before turning around to face the window.
"You can leave," he announced, still refusing to look at the others.
Giotto smirked, but he left the room along with Tsunayoshi anyway. Once the sound of their footsteps faded away, the blond-haired guy returned to his seat, ready to stamp the maps. Following suit, Kyouya took several maps from the stack, but made sure to make a verbal attack to his dear cousin while he walked to his desk. "You can't be honest, can you?"
Alaude glared at the sophomore, traces of pink shades remaining vivid on his pale cheeks. "Shut up and work, Kyouya."
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Woohoo~ Mamma Alaude cares for Papa Giotto~ XD -kick'd- Errh okay I can't believe I treat them as my parents just now e.e
Actually there's still more scene involving those 'incompetent kids' and Alaude showing his affection toward Giotto, but I decided to put it on the next chapter, because I fear that I'll tire out your eyes x_x
Also, do you think I should introduce more characters, like the Kokuyo Gang or the Varia or evem the Millefiore bunch…? XD –had some plot bunnies about them–
EDIT: (3-Feb-2012) This chapter has been betaed by Jasmin Liertha. Thanks a bunch!