OHOHOHOHO! I have uploaded another chapter for my fanfiction!
You guys got the last chapter, right? Like the part where it seemed Hibari was going to kiss Emily, but shoved a spoon down her throat, while Mizuki thought they were making out!
I'm so evil~Nya~
Emily's B-day is October 31, I'm not going to update soon, so this is your Halloween present! Enjoy!
And to Rinneko Tsukinomori, why Emily did not wake up when the spoon was shoved down her throat, she was still knocked out.
Why didn't anyone comment on how Hibari was a perv, staring at Emily or how he went to Victoria's Secret? (It's a store full of women's lingerie for anyone who doesn't know.)
…..
A week later:
Ahhhh, it was nice waking up for once and not being bashed by a jerk of a vampire prefect. Emily's eyes flickered open, taking in the calm air that was not filled by the usual death intent. What a great Sunday.
Especially since it was Emily's birthday, or the day where she tortured all her friends with a legitimate reason.
October 31st.
She sat up on her pastel green bed, yawned loudly, and stretched. Sort of how you would imagine Belphegor stretching, except without bloody knives and various cusses. No school; it was a Sunday.
She had sent invitations to her Halloween party, planned by the one and only Emily Bianchi, to… Tsuna the Tuna, the guy with anger management problems and a Tsuna complex, the idiotic smiling tall person with a baseball fetish, and anyone who they wanted to drag along. Including Reborn. That just left Kyoya to drag along.
But how was she supposed to beg him to come?
Death threats?
Owing him a favor?
None of these ideas appealed to Emily.
Blackmail?... Perfect.
And she had just the thing to use. Plus she got free candy on Halloween/her birthday! YAY! She didn't bother to change, preferring to stay in her black short short short-as-cheerleading shorts and dark green spaghetti straps. Since it was her birthday.
Emily crashed into Hibari's room down the hall, not even bothering to knock, since it was her birthday. (I'm getting the feeling that she is abusing the whole "it's your special day" concept.) "Hey Kyoya! Will you-"
Emily then froze. Oh holy crap.
Kyoya was standing in a loosened black silk yukata, while taking off the ebony sash, revealing his toned abs and chiseled pectorals. And his black silk boxers showing.
If only Mizuki was doing her stalker surveillance thingy now. She would have a nosebleed to beat all other nosebleeds.
They stood there, staring at each other in an awkward silence so heavy it would've shut up even airheaded Kyoko. Hibari's eye was twitching like crazy.
"…."
"Eh heh heh…"
"…."
Emily fidgeted. "Eheheheh… I came in to ask you… Would you like to come to my birthday party today…?"
"Fine…" he stuttered.
Kyoya was just so incapacitated from the stifling awkwardness that he agreed to it.
"YAY! You'd better show up at the Namimori food court at noon, or else I'll tell everyone about you and your romance novels!" Emily chirped, completely dissipating the heavy atmosphere.
Wait. WHAT DID I JUST AGREE TO?
…..
Despite all Hibari did to make time feel longer, noon rolled around way too quickly.
The only reason he was going was he did not need his rabid fangirls to find out he read gushy romance novels. They would start acting like the girls in the books to catch his attention.
Right?
He sighed, and picked himself out of his chair, on the way to Namimori Mall's food court.
…
Yamamoto, Gokudera, Tsuna, Ryohei, and Emily were already there. Reborn was probably hiding somewhere, as usual.
Ryohei pumped his fists. "OI! EMILY! WHO ARE WE EXTREMELY WAITING FOR?"
"Maa, maa, he'll be here soon."
A man with an unusual smile and a bad case of heterochromia (is that how you spell it?) walked by. "And who could you be waiting for, pretty girl? Your boyfriend?"
"Eh? I don't know who you are…, but for caring, you're welcome to my birthday party!" Emily smiled, oblivious to the creepy aura surrounding him.
"Kufufufu. My name's Mukuro Rokudo. Nice to meet you. Happy birthday."
"Yay! I have a new friend! Are you good at singing?" asked Emily.
Mukuro stiffened ever so slightly. "Yes, I can sing."
"GOOD!"
Somehow, Kyoya just had to turn up right then.
"Ahh, Kyoya! You're here! Now hurry up, you're 37 seconds late!" Emily dragged Hibari by the ear, avoiding the whacks from his tonfa impossibly. The others and Rokudo followed behind, desperately trying to not laugh, or they'll all be 'bitten to death'.
….
Inside the room that Emily led them into, there were a few couches, a rack of clothing, and a humongous TV. With an unusual wired up object in front of it.
"What are we doing for your birthday, Emily?" Tsuna questioned.
"We're going to…" Emily paused for dramatic effect, "sing karaoke!"
"Ahahahahaha!"
"TO THE EXTREME!"
"Kufufufufufu…"
"Oh…"
"WHAT? The Tenth can't sing!"
"Hn."
Emily snickered. "Okay everyone, put your name on a slip of paper and place it inside this bowl!"
Everyone obeyed her instructions, because it was her birthday after all, and you don't want to be blackmailed by the birthday girl.
Yamamoto grinned and asked innocently, "How'd you get Hibari-san to come here? I thought he didn't like crowding!"
Hibari just shot him a life-threatening glare.
However, the idiot kept on smiling.
Emily voted herself to go first. She took a costume from the rack, grabbed a wig, and something from the sink.
A few minutes later, she came out, snickering. Dressed as Hibari Kyoya. It was pretty good. She managed to filch a whole set of Kyoya's clothing, wore a raven black wig in Hibari's hairstyle, and had silver contact lenses.
It would've looked exactly like Hibari Kyoya if he was a girl dressing as a boy, slightly shorter, and grinned like crazy.
Everyone hopelessly tried to disguise their laughter as coughing, but… pretty much failed.
And an extra 'Disciplinary Committee' armband. The joy. Again, Emily looked just like Kyoya. She chose to disgrace him even more, singing "Hitoribocchi no Sadame", the 'Wao! I don't know how to love, I have no life' song. This was all caught on tape, forever to be laughed at by future generations.
REVENGE… for that crappy paperwork you made me do!
After the humiliating experience for Hibari, Emily then dumped all the folded up paper slips into her hand and selected one. "The first singer will be… Hibari Kyoya!"
Everyone sweatdropped; this was definitely rigged! She glanced at the paper. Even, perfect handwriting. Makes sense; he's such a neat freak. He organizes his clothing by color and style anyway!
"And his singing partner will be… our wild card, Rokudo Mukuro!"
Mukuro steps up, flipping his hair like in Reborn's Ciao Ciao Interview.
Hibari grudgingly stands up, annoyed by the blackmail book that Emily is teasingly holding in her hand.
"So, for every song, there is a costume you must wear. Let's see what song you guys get!" Emily presses a button on her remote control, and it randomly selects a song and costume.
"The song is Sakura Addiction! Oh, this is going to be hilarious…" Emily clicks another button.
"Costume for Mukuro, second singer is… a Kouyko Middle uniform!" Emily smiles even more creepily than Mukuro. *shudders* "It's on the rack. Green. You can't miss it."
"Is it this one?" Rokudo inquires.
"Yup! Now go change in the changing room over there!" Emily points at a door.
"Next, Hibari Kyoya, first singer's costume is… a plain v-neck black tee and black skinny jeans? Aww, I wanted you to wear the frilly pink maid dress. Go change in the other changing room, next to Mukuro's." Hibari grabbed the clothing off the rack and stalked into the empty room, slamming the door.
"Geesh, he has problems." commented Emily.
Seconds later, Mukuro walked out.
"Not bad! It looks really good!" Yamamoto enthusiastically yelled.
"Kufufufufu. I rather enjoy this costume. May I keep it, Emily-san?"
"Yeah, sure! Now where's Kyoya?"
"…"
After a tense minute of waiting, Hibari finally stepped out.
All jaws dropped low. So low they touched the ground.
What really shocked them… was Kyoya looked like one of those… hot Asian supermodels posing for a magazine. Totally unexpected. But it really was epic awesomeness.
Emily spoke up. "Wow, you look great! If you looked like this all the time, you would probably have even more fangirls who pray to be your girlfriend! But then again, who would want to be you girlfriend, 'cause you still have that stupid who-gives-a-shit personality that gives you anger management problems! AHAHAHAHAHAHAH
AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA! BURNNNNNNEEEEED!"
Cue the silence.
Hibari stood up and glared. "I'll bite you to death."
Emily looked back at him, unfazed. She whipped out a camera from nowhere and started snapping photos.
"What. Are. You. Doing." The words leaked out like so many hissing snakes.
"Ah, I have decided that I'm gonna send these photos to every fangirl you have and tell them you dressed like this especially for my birthday! Blackmail!"
Metallic eyes narrowed.
A wave of assault began.
"Kyoya! Relax! All the photos are going to do is make you have more fangirls! Calm down! Isn't that a good thing?"
"No."
Emily quickly dodged the slew of attacks, while throwing some of her own punches in. "Let's see if my Yamamoto imitation works. 'Maa, maa, calm down…'"
"Death."
"Nope, it's not…"
…..
Somewhere in the galaxy, in who-knows-where, Reborn sat at his desk, drinking coffee, and watching the fight through a mysterious system.
He smiled. Torture is fun.
…..
Kyoya finally calmed down, when Emily had to pull her ultimate blackmail out.
"Now, since our little excitement is over, now the karaoke can start!" She whipped out two microphones and handed them to Mukuro and his partner, Hibari.
"Lyrics one is for Kyoya, and lyrics two is for Rokudo! Staart!"
Immediately, the music started. Hibari opened his mouth, and the most smoothest, deepest, 14 year old voice possible came out.
"Sakura saku, nami oche ru, nami o wa ni, bokudo eno way," Kyoya began, not paying any attention to the stares he got.
Mukuro started after him, in a slightly higher voice, laced with the special pedophile tone he had.
A musical interlude followed.
Emily whispered to Tsuna, "Kyoya has a lot of hidden talents!"
Tsuna the Tuna nodded agreeably.
…..
Slips were drawn from the bowl, again and again.
It was pretty funny, seeing Yamamoto sing the "Kufufu No Fu" song, and Yamamoto 'Kufufuing' all wrong, with Mukuro glaring in the background. While wearing a pineapple costume.
Another epic moment on camera.
Also, it was hilarious seeing Ryohei and Gokudera wearing their matching female sailor suits, while singing "Bloody Bel" in a duet. Comedy gold.
Tsuna singing Cardcaptor Sakura's Season 1 Opening. No more comments required.
But the costume was adorable! It was that little cute skirt Cardcaptor Sakura wore in the opening, with the bunny ears! OHOHOHOHO!
….
One exhausting, torturous hour later:
Emily stood up from her seat, announcing, "Alright people! Let's play another game! How 'bout this one, hosted by Reborn?"
Suddenly, everyone was shoved into little cute orange booths, with Reborn standing on a pedestal. "Welcome to… Reborn's Ciao Ciao Interview!" a plethora of clapping started.
A spotlight shone onto Emily unexpectedly. "And welcome our birthday girl, Emily Bianchi!" Another round of clapping…
The whole stage lit up, revealing Tsuna, Gokudera, Yamamoto, Ryohei, Hibari, and Mukuro in teeny tiny little orange booths. Plus, they all turned CHIBI! AWWWW!
"Verde!" Reborn called, while a green haired baby walked onstage.
Reborn directed a spotlight onto Verde, prompting him to speak.
"Hello, my name is Verde." he announced. "I am here to inject a little something into all of the interviewees, specially prepared by myself." As soon as the spiky haired baby had finished, everyone on stage, except for Reborn, Emily, and Verde had a needle poking into them. Before even Kyoya could react, they were gone.
"Ahh, this is a little truth serum I invented… Be prepared to answer Reborn's questions!" and he scampered off.
"Okay, if you give a boring answer, you are eliminated without mercy!"
Tsuna gaped. "WHAT?"
"Out!" Reborn declared, and a rope from nowhere dragged Tsuna up, up, and up to who knows where.
Reborn smiled. "The question suggested by Emily is, 'What is the best feature about her?"
Remember, they're still under the truth serum.
Gokudera: "Her hot smooth tan legs!"
Emily's eye was visibly twitching.
"You passed. Next!"
Yamamoto: "Ahahahaha! Her skinny waist!"
"That's probably the best thing an innocent kid like you can think of. Pass!"
Mukuro: "Her face an angel would die for."
"Okay, good enough. Pass!"
Ryohei: "TO THE EXTREME HER-"
"Too loud. Fail!"
Hibari: "…"
"Okay, if you're not gonna answer, the truth serum should force you to in 3…2…1…"
Hibari: "Her chest."
Emily was puking in the corner. WHAT A PERVERT!
"Unexpected. Pass, though."
….
NEXT ROUND!
Reborn smiled. Not a good sign for Emily or anyone else. "This time, the question is 'Who would you want to play strip poker with?"
Gokudera, Yamamoto, Mukuro, and Hibari were left.
Gokudera: "The baseball freak."
Emily butted in. "Did I hear correct? Do you have this on tape, Reborn? I wanna use this for blackmail! I didn't know you were gay, Gokudera!"
"Yes, Emily. And you pass, octopus head."
Yamamoto: "What's strip poker?"
"Fail."
Yamamoto: "I wanted to winnnnnnnn-"
Mukuro: "My dear Chrome, of course. Kufufufufufu."
"Whoever that is. Out!"
Hibari: "…"
Reborn smirked. "Silent again? Oh well, you'll have to answer anyway."
Hibari: "… Emily…"
"Pass… *smirks* "
"EWWWWW! WHAT KIND OF SICK TWISTED MIND DO YOU HAVE ANYWAY?"
….
LAST ROUND!
Reborn strutted up to the podium again, with an alarmingly eager look on his face.
"Since this is the last round, let's have some encouragement, shall we?"
A blood red curtain fell around Emily. A few seconds later, with some yells and curses, the curtain rose up to show her in… a dark purple yukata with a black obi.
"NOOOOOO! It's so ugly!" Emily cursed, in an obvious bad mood.
"So, the final question is, 'What are you tempted to do to Emily right now?'"
"^#&^!&$%^* you, Reborn!"
Gokudera: "Give her a hug, she's so cute."
Reborn frowned, but he didn't eliminate Gokudera yet; he wanted to hear what Kyoya would say.
Hibari: "…"
Reborn smiled again. "This is pointless. You have to answer."
Hibari had his hands on his tonfas, trying to block his answer out, but it was heard anyway, thanks to the microphone installed invisibly next to Kyoya's head. The wonders of technology.
Hibari: "…take off the obi…"
"WHY YOU JERK! OH HELL NO!"
Loud crashing noises could be heard for two hours straight.
Hibari went home with a sore pride and covered in blood.
But he somehow had a black obi in his hand…
….
This is good, right?
I want to make a proposition. For every review over thirty words I get, I will type 500 words. So REVIEW if you want me to write more!
(This was a special chapter for Halloween/Emily's birthday… about 2500 words, a lot for me.)
HAPPY HALLOWEEN! I wish you lots of candy and fun scares!
Now review it!
