Finally got Takeshi out! I've been wanting to do him (meant both ways) for such a long time. I want to write some arcobaleno but I don't have any countries paired with them yet! Any ideas? Hope you enjoy your man with a large sword, Takeshi!


"So what was Mont Saint-Michel or overall France like?"

"It was beautiful! I remember seeing it in my French 12 class and thinking how awesome it would be to actually go there one day," you replied with a sigh. Bianchi, Lal and you were sitting in the kitchen looking at the pictures from your trip cough*assassination*cough*mission*cough with Takeshi.

"But I thought you hated everything that had to do with France and anything French?" Lal questioned, giving you a look that suggested that you had a few screws loose.

"Oh! I do. But the reason I went was because 1. The architecture is a marvelous sight and 2. I got to spend two weeks with Yamamoto, Takeshi. So I didn't really go for the French language or people part. Just the culture," you stated matter of fact, waving your arms around.

"…But you can speak French"

"Don't remind me! It's the reason why I finished high school with such a low grade!"

"Anyways," Bianchi butted in with a smirk on her lips, "How was spending those long two weeks all alone with the resident sword master?"

"Well, let me tell you…"


You stood in the lavished office next to the tall, muscular man. The three men in the room were talking but you couldn't care. You secretly and quite discreetly had your iPod going listening to some hardcore, head-banging classical music. What? Bach was an emotional guy okay!

Anywho, while the men discussed whatever they were discussing you peered at the two that were in front of you. One was your boss. A kind, caring, man who though people who didn't grow up with him don't know was the biggest wimp that lived on this plant, ever. He has grown up and matured since then but you still like to call him No-Good Tsuna just to push his buttons. The being next to him was a piece of work all on his own. Stubborn, vicious and unbearable at times, Gokudera Hayato was a force to not be played with especially when it came to his Tenth (you found out first hand to that. Still have the scars). He had shaggy silver hair, narrowed olive green eyes and hell; even if he always had a frown on his face all the time he was drop dead gorgeous. Too bad he was self pronounced taken. God, why couldn't he just get down on one knee and propose to Tsuna and stop leading you on. The damn bastard, with every look you knew he was beckoning you into his web only to scream at you when you would make a suggestive comment.

The last man in the room you had to look up at. He was freaking tall. That was a turn on though. Takeshi was just as hot, even more so than Hayato. You blushed a little when the 26 year-old looked down at you with that childish grin. Oh God, take me now! You began to imagine him shirtless. The thoughts were good to say the least.

"[Name]! [Name]! Are you listening to me?" Hayato screamed at you, waving his fist around like a mad man.

"Yeah, yeah"

"Good, then you know that you and Yamamoto will be going to France. I expect you both to be careful and finish the mission on time," Tsuna's brown doe eyes looked directly at you, almost insinuating something.

So off on your way from Japan to the North West of France. The travelling killed you but the thought of seeing a place so old made you giddy. Finally arriving at Mont Saint-Michel you ran into the Inn. Confirming your reservations you raced up to the room. Throwing open the door you pounced onto the bed, bouncing up and down laughing. Takeshi strolled in with the luggage, leaving the swooning maids to stare at his nicely formed ass…wait you were too.

Shaking your head you smiled up at the man you've secretly loved for eleven years. He placed the bags down and then looked at the bed you were laying on. After a few moments he gave out a deep laugh. You raised an eyebrow questioning what was so funny.

"There's only one bed. I guess that means that you'll have to snuggle with me when it gets cold," your face when as red as Irie's hair you promptly then fell off the bed thinking nothing but dirty thoughts.


"So during the night is that when the two of you began to date?"

"You could say that. I got cold and hey, he offered to harm me up so I took it!" The three of you laughed like the dirty old women you were.

"That's so romantic! True love!" Bianchi sighed as you smiled into your tea.

"So did you French kiss?" Leave it to Lal to ask.

"Oh he French kissed me alright," you brought your fingers up touching your lips, "but it wasn't on these lips!"


Let me know what you think! I might do another one with him when he's younger...Messages are appreciated!