Yes I'm high on reviews. No I still don't understand how Tsuna can have fangirls, but he does.
Sensitive new-age guy, or simply sissy?
I vote the latter (gets shot by Tsuna fangirls)
X_X
But if you KHEEL me, I can't type this chapter!
(Tsuna fangirls withdraw fire; send Estelle from Tales of Vesperia to heal)
Okay, that's ...better. (Thinks to self: I had better type this good...or risk becoming Squalo fud.)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own, but I DO own numerous horrigible drawings of Gokudera, and not too horrigible drawings of Tsuna, and rather accurate drawings of Lambo, and an irritating little cousin who resembles Lambo so much, it shocks me.
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"We haven't received any reports of fangirl attacks lately, have we?" questioned Tsuna, worriedly.
"No we haven't. Which either means Xanxus beat them up really badly, or they are planning their next attack, which is taking longer than usual." Reborn replied, sipping a cup of coffee.
"...why would planning take so long?" wondered Tsuna.
"Because that person probably is heavily defended," pondered Gokudera, scribbling weird drawings of skulls and...scribbles on the back of his math worksheet, "and probably little manpower to go on it."
"Haha, Gokudera! The way you describe it, I would think you're talking about Tsuna!" Yamamoto laughed.
Gokudera stiffened. He hadn't realised that.
"HIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! THEY ARE GOING TO COME AFTER ME!"
"Shut up, Dame Tsuna. What makes you think that girls are crazy enough to come after you? Apart from Haru and Kyoko, that is." Reborn said, throwing the cup saucer at Tsuna's head, which Tsuna barely dodged.
"Reborn! How could you say that? He's the JUUDAIME! If girls didn't come after him, then they don't know what's best for them!" Evidently, Gokudera is one of those people who think that Tsuna is the new age sensitive guy...either that or he's just biased.
Yamamoto simply laughed, while Tsuna trembled in fear.
Tee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee!
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Pop quiz! Pick your FAVOURITE DISH OUT OF THE THREE!
Bianchi's cooking.
Your mother's cooking.
A Fangirl's cooking.
Flynn Scifo's cooking.
Honestly, 1) was a killer (literally), 2) was comforting, 3)...rendered one speechless (instead of commenting, you screamed), 4) was non-existent, but from what we can deduce, it's bad. Really, really bad.
But Tsuna didn't have a choice. Locked up in a dark room tied to a chair, there wasn't anything to eat except 3). (Ha, 2)? you wish Tsuna was that lucky...he wishes it more.)
Pink porridge with sparkly fried shallots.
It even smelled bright neon pink.
It was the only source of illumination in the room.
Tsuna looked to the ceiling. Why meee....
It had all started...after school.
Flashback:
Gokudera, Yamamoto and Tsuna were walking back to Tsuna's house to do...oh the horror, MATH.
Suddenly, Yamamoto tripped over a trip wire, accidentally pulled on Tsuna's backpack, sending them both crashing on the floor. Gokudera had stopped, only to be taken out by a swinging trash can, attached to pink rope from a tree next to them.
The three collapsed on the floor together, rather entangled. Of course, Gokudera had complained about Yamamoto's idiocity and the fact that they had to be...oh the horrors, TOUCHING each other, which was about as bad to Gokudera as math was bad to Tsuna.
And Yamamoto simply scratched his head dumbly and chuckled at his clumsiness. Tsuna attempted to pull himself out from under Gokudera but Yamamoto's leg was blocking something which prevented Tsuna from doing so.
Which created the perfect opportunity for them to come out and catch them all.
...which brings us back to the present...
End Flashback:
Where were Gokudera-kun and Yamamoto?
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He tried to activate his Dying Will flame.
The rope wouldn't budge, but at least the porridge had combusted and evaporated and obliterated from the heat in a puff of sparkles and pink smoke.
The chair has partially melted, but still stood.
What the heck is this stuff made of?! thought Tsuna as he frantically blasted with his strongest flames.
"Tsu-kun, tut tut! That's not going to work~~! Our rope is made from our finest LOVE and FANGIRLISM which is stronger than any metal in the UNIVERSE~~!" went the sickly sweet voice that had brought him here to begin with.
"And you look SO HOT AND AWESOME when you're in your Dying Will mode now...although, I do miss the times where your clothes came off...tee hee~!" went the girl as she walked over to raise the chair with a lifting device of sorts onto a cart of sorts and tow him away...of sorts.
Fangirls are so weird, they do everything 'of sorts'. Yes, her previous statement nearly made me puke. It also made poor Tsuna nearly puke, too.
Tsuna's Dying Will mode had exhausted him, and he decided to turn it off. He was starving, but heck, ANYTHING was better than eating pink food. Unless, of course, the food was purple and had weird looking bugs and pieces sticking out of it and Gokudera had fainted and there was a red haired woman saying "Won't you eat my food that's prepared with LOVE."
Yeah, just saying. So Tsuna instead wondered where the fangirl was taking him, and blocked out the sick fantasies the girl was telling him about, about oh, how she LOVED him so much she just wanted to TAKE HIM HOME and...
Fortunately Tsuna knew how to block things like that out. He learnt that from school. Which partially explained his horrible results in tests and exams.
"We're here, Tsu-kun!"
Tsuna felt weird shivers down his spine...
"Gokudera-kun! Yamamoto!" he shrieked in horror.
Gokudera and Yamamoto were tied to a bed. Yeah. Together.
"HIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
"JUUDAIME!'
"Tsuna! Glad to see you're okay!"
The two were tied next to each other with their clothes fully on, although from the rumpled shirts and 2 fangirls at the sides bandaged up it was evident they had tried (and failed) to strip them.
"Now, now, my GORGEOUS little Tsu-kun, take your pick~! Either order them to make some lemons (giggles here), make out with Gokudera, or join them on the bed! TEE HEE!"
The three boys gagged. "YOU SICK FREAKS! Let me out and I'll SHRED YOU ALL TO BITS WITH MY DYNAMITE!" yelled Gokudera.
"Isn't there any other way?!" yelled Tsuna, but the fangirl had decided.
"Let's make you do ALL THREE! First, let's make you make out with Gokudera to get things WARMED UP~~ teehee!"
It was a struggle, but they tied Gokudera's hands to Tsuna's.
"As much as I admire you, Juudaime, I don't even WANT to DO THIS." muttered Gokudera.
"s...same here, Gokudera-kun. I feel like vomiting..."
"...wait, I have an idea! You can jump over my head and take out that fangirl behind me, and then I'll kick at that girl over there, and..."
"Gokudera-kun! I can't jump like that!"
"You're the Juudaime! I'm SURE YOU CAN!"
"..."
"..okay? One, two.."
"WAIT I HAVEN'T EVEN..."
"THREE!"
Gokudera flung the screaming boy over his head, sending his flailing legs kicking away the fangirl behind him, and Gokudera struck out at the fangirl in front. The force of their actions tore the rope apart.
"THEIR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER PARTED THE BONDS OF OUR FANGIRLISM!" squealed the remaining fangirls.
Gokudera and Tsuna wisely ignored that. Gokudera whipped out his dynamite while Tsuna went to free Yamamoto from the accursed sick bed.
"ROCKET BOMB!"
BOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
...extreme?
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"From my guess, that big brilliant plan took so much energy and brainpower (and with the lack of man...I mean, girlpower), they won't try to attempt another ridiculous hit."
"But then, knowing them...damn that was...so..UGH. Almost as bad as seeing..."
"Hello, Hayato."
"ANEEKI(A/N: pardon me if I spelt it wrong...Ah= a, neh= nee, ki=...ki. Ja, or nein?)...(gurgle choke die)"
"...oh dear, it must have been something he ate."
"...Bianchi!"
"Ah shut up, Dame Tsuna."
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I HAVE A BRILLIANTE IDEA FOR A NEW FIC.
But to keep it faithful I shall only create it...AFTER this fic is more or less finito.
NEXT CHAPTER: (and this is a BRILLIANTE hint here) VOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!
Yeah. Obvious to the EXTREME!
Review review review...OR ELSE.
