Me: Still no author's corner... KHR is not mine...
"Kuh! All of them are great ideas, let's do all of them! And a cafe. Oh and a haunted house! The festival lasts for four days anyway~" Tsuna mentally sweatdropped at the carefree tone Midori was using. "Okay~ So as class representative, I choose Sawada to go represent our class, you can drag some friends outside school to sing with you too!"
The brunette just sighed and nodded absent-mindedly, not really paying attention until Enma told him he was the head maid for the cafe. "WHAT?" Tsuna shrieked a second too late when Midori wrote his name on the list and handed it to the teacher.
"It'll be fine, Tsuna-kun! We're having a Mafia-style cafe right?" Tsuna sighed and chewed on his bread.
"It's exactly why it's a Mafia cafe that I want to avoid it..." Tsuna groaned, leaning against the wall. "I don't want to wear a stupid tux..." Tsuna pouted childishly and sipped his juice.
"Haha! Tsuna, you seem to be very troubled by something, eh?" The brunette almost choked on his drink, but practice (A/N: From A certain sadistic baby...) makes perfect so he didn't, he did cough a bit though. "Ahaha! Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you!" Takeshi laughed as he scratched his head sheepishly. Tsuna was about to wave off the apology when he caught sight of Takeshi's arm.
"Takeshi nii-san, you overdid it..." Tsuna sighed as he touched the blue plaster in a sling lightly.
"Haha! I couldn't help it! Nationals are coming around the corner, but... it's meaningless now, eh?" Tsuna blinked and his eyes widened a fraction. Takeshi looked so... empty, the brunette gritted his teeth, he knew that look anywhere having had that intention before.
The brunette slapped the tanned teen, really HARD. "Takeshi nii-san, don't even think about it! Erase it from your memory, knock it out of your head! Suicide isn't the answer..." Takeshi looked stunned for a moment before his eyes went hollow again.
"But... without baseball, life has no meaning for me..." The brunette shook his head.
"What about Claire-san? Hayato nii and the others? Do they mean nothing to you?" Takeshi opened his mouth to object but the brunette did not let him. "If you lose a reason to live, then find another, if you want I'll be your reason!" Takeshi widened his eyes before they softened.
"You're right... I have things too dear to me for me to go now... Thank you, Tsuna..." The brunette smiled warmly and hugged his brother before dragging Enma back to their classroom. "'I'll be you reason', eh? Heh, that doesn't sound so bad..." The baseball player chuckled to himself.
"Sawada-san! Can you please take this to Sakamoto sensei?"
"Tsuna-kun! We need to take your measurements!"
"Sawada! Who's going to be singing with you?"
"Tsunayoshi-san! Please tell us how to make a strawberry crepe!"
The brunette groaned and took the folder he was supposed to give to Sakamoto sensei, he gave a card with his measurements on it to the seamstresses before he told Midori that he would find someone. "Urgh... So busy..." Tsuna growled as he perfectly created a crepe. A vibration almost caused Tsuna to trip and fall, luckily Enma cushioned him.
"Hello?" Tsuna answered his light blue cellphone.
"Tsunayoshi, tell your class representative that I along with the damn pineapple will be singing with you." Tsuna sweatdropped at Kyouya's blunt order but smiled gratefully despite the fact that Kyouya could not see it.
"Hai! Kyouya nii! Thank you!" Tsuna smiled as his black haired brother grunted in reply before he hung up. "We, that's one problem solved..."
"That's great, Tsuna-kun, now can you get off of me so I breathe?" Tsuna's reaction was immediate and he apologized to Enma consecutively.
"NO! WHAT IS UP WITH PEOPLE CROSS-DRESSING ME!" A wail could be heard down the corridors of the third floor of Namimori high school.
"Tsuna-kun! Calm down, it's just a-"
"A WHAT? A GOTHIC LOLITA OUTFIT WITH TONS OF FRILLS AND RIBBONS MEANT FOR SUFFOCATING ME?" The said brunette screamed pointing an accusing finger at the black outfit.
"Well, yes... but look on the bright side, er... you won't be wearing that when you sing?" Enma suggested, a futile effort to calm down the hysterical brunette.
"THAT'S BECAUSE I'LL BE WEARING A WHITE ONE!" Tsuna screeched.
"Er... It'll only be for the haunted house!" Enma smiled awkwardly.
"... Enma, I'll be wearing this dress for both the cafe and the haunted house... The only difference is the holsters attached to the belt..." Tsuna deadpanned.
"Eh... then I got nothing..." Enma winced when Tsuna glared hotly at the object that they call a clothing.
At home
"I'm home..." The brunette sighed dejectedly, Hayato looked up from his sci-fi book.
"Welcome home, Tsuna! What's wrong? Did someone bully you at school?" Hayato asked worriedly as he checked his younger brother for wounds.
"Eh... No... I just have to wear this..." The brunette held up the hanger that had a protective opaque cloth draped over the clothing.
"Hmm? Can I see to the EXTREME?" Ryohei asked, the brunette shook his head fervently.
"Tsuna needs his privacy! Butt off, turf top!" Hayato spat. Whilst the two bickered, the brunette retreated to his room. He pulled out his homework and begun to concentrate on it.
"So we substitute x=15 into y=6x plus..." A knock on the door, snapped Tsuna out of his mathematical daze. "The door's unlocked." He called, the door opened to reveal Lussuria with a tray of food.
"Tsu tsu, this is bad for your health, you should have came down to dinner." The brunette blinked and looked at the wall clock in his room, it read; 6:30.
"Wow... I've been in here for four hours?" Tsuna mused as he ate the chicken stew Lussuria cooked for him. "Luss nii-san, this is delicious!" Tsuna smiled.
Link to Tsuna's dress~ Ignore the (Hoee), including the brackets...
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