Gonna make you Sweat
"Okay…on three…one," Haru began slowly. Yamamoto swallowed hard and his forehead started sweating bullets when Haru raised her hand shakily in a balled up fist. Nervously preparing to knock on the door in front of them. "Two…." Haru gulped and whispered out a barely heard 'three' before clenching her eyes and mouth shut tightly and banging loudly on the door.
Yamamoto felt like he was about to have a heart attack. The sound of hurried movement and footsteps could be heard from behind the door, accompanied by a loud thud and aggravated muffled shouts of, "I'm coming! I'm coming! Dammit...! Hold on!"
Yamamoto struggled not to have a panic attack as he heard Tsuna's voice echo and the sound of the locks coming undone at a rapid fire rate on the door. They were sitting ducks!
Beside him, Haru wasn't doing too much better in the fear department.
But to her credit, at least her knees weren't shaking.
Tsuna was standing over the coffee table with the cordless phone receiver in one hand and the crinkled up note in the other. Staring intensely down at the paper with his heart beating frantically in his chest as he once again tried to get up the nerve to dial the number.
Why was he so damn nervous right now? It wasn't like anything bad was going to happen if he did or didn't call the man, he reasoned out thoughtfully. And all things considered, Tsuna felt he had every right to find out just who it was that he had unwittingly given up his innocence to. And then-…and then…what? What would he do then? What would he do once he found out what the man was like? It was probably just some random jerk-off who decided it'd be fun to mess around with the little guy anyways…
Tsuna felt his throat tighten at the thought.
What if this 'Mukuro' person wasn't even worth calling up (to tell off)? What if he was better off not knowing who his first-time was? What if this all was just some sick and twisted joke being played on him? He could be doing just what this person wants to get a good laugh…Or maybe he was just being a paranoid coward now…
Tsuna whined helplessly at his inner musings. This was getting him nowhere!! He huffed aloud in annoyance and frowned deeply down at the note and the phone. Stupid unknown Mukuro-bastard causing him all this trouble! He hated the man already! Why the hell couldn't he have just stayed home Saturday night instead? Then he most certainly wouldn't have to be dealing with this kind of dilemma!
"Ugh…why do these things only happen to me, huh? It's not fair at all!" Tsuna grumbled. Maybe he should just wing it. Forget about everything and just call and see what happens! There was a good chance the guy wouldn't pick up the phone anyways, so he could be stressing himself out over a conversation that wouldn't even be had!
Tsuna blew his cheeks out and bit his lip before nodding resolutely to himself and quickly punching the button on the receiver to open up the line. He willfully shoved away all his inhibitions and let his eyes and fingers fly over the paper and key pad. Deliberately pressing each of the numbers in quick succession as Mukuro's phone digits quickly filled up the display screen.
Tsuna paused momentarily, with his finger hovering once again nervously over the last digit '8' in the number, and swallowed thickly. 'Here goes nothing…' he thought. Right before his finger came down and pushed the button.
Ironically though, as soon as the final number had been dialed in, a loud banging resounded from his front door. Successfully stunning the living hell out of him and causing him to quickly fumble and shut off the phone in shock before it could fully connect, immediately dashing across the room in a panicky fashion to hang up the receiver.
The note in his hand being tucked messily away in the shirt pocket of his pjs as he called out to the rude knocker and stubbed his toe accidentally on…something, letting out a curse, as he stumbled over to the door.
So close. So very very very close.
When Tsuna unlocked the door and swung it open, he was miffed and fully prepared to give whoever it was outside his apartment a severe tongue-lashing for interrupting him so rudely when he'd finally been about to call up the virginity-thief. But his pissed off demeanor quickly did a 180 and turned into numb disbelief when he came face to face with the two people he had the biggest bone to break with.
Well, this was unexpected.
"PLEASE FORGIVE US TSUNA!!" They both chorused to their friend standing silently in the doorway. Bowing deeply and holding the gifts-in-bags (and one very large highly suspicious box) out in front of them in a desperate peace-offering to the petite brunette.
Tsuna just stared…and stared…and stared. Yamamoto and Haru sweatdropped nervously from their bent positions in front of him.
He then turned away from the open doorway and the two idiots still bowing in it with a blank expression on his face. Not saying one word as he walked away from the two and back into his kitchen. He was going to need some hot cocoa for this. No alcohol. Just good old fashioned hot cocoa. No alcohol. None whatsoever. No alcohol…de nada.
Just. Hot. Cocoa.
Oh screw it all! He was going for the vodka! Ah, wait…that…ran out last month…damn. 'Hot cocoa it is.' Tsuna heaved a sigh and pressed his fingers to his brow. He could just feel the migraine resurfacing already…
Yamamoto and Haru rose back up slowly as their friend's feet disappeared from their lowered view. Both staring after the brunette and still holding the gifts in their arms with cautiously hopeful lights growing in their eyes. He hadn't slammed the door on them! That just had to be a good sign!
Yamamoto smiled shakily and Haru gulped dramatically beside him. They both then crossed over the threshold and shut the door behind them.
Time to make like a dog and beg.
Tsuna sipped his hot cocoa slowly as he stared stoically back at the two individuals. His eyes coolly examining their nervous (and in Yamamoto's case, also injured) exteriors as Yamamoto laughed awkwardly at the tense atmosphere. Haru sat with a stiff spine beside him.
"We really hope you'll except our apologies, and our gifts, Tsuna…" Yamamoto humbly said. Pushing a bag of goods carefully across the coffee table separating them both from Tsuna's side of the room as the brunette calmly placed his cocoa cup back down on the saucer sitting atop the table's surface in front of him. Tsuna didn't say a word as he reached out and pulled the bag towards him. He simply looked solemnly into it and noted that they'd been wise enough to get all his favorite foods and many of the necessities he kept around the house for his personal usage.
It looked like he wouldn't need to buy groceries for a while after all. They'd gotten quite a bit, although there was no milk included.
Tsuna let out a long breath before finally speaking his first words to the two that evening. "You're trying to buy my forgiveness? Haru, Yamamoto?"
Yamamoto's hand went up behind his head and he grinned sheepishly back at the brunette. "A-ah…I suppose that's what it looks like, ne Haru?" Haru, looking close to tears now, said nothing. Tsuna's bangs overshadowed his eyes as he looked down. Outwardly he was cool, calm, and collected. But inwardly…well…that was a completely different story altogether.
:: Inside Tsuna :: Mental Conference Time!
Dramatic-Tsuna: I can't believe them!! They're actually trying to buy us out! The nerve!! How dare they think that a few gifts and apologies will simply fix everything?! We require more than that!! I demand a beat-down!!
Sympathetic-Tsuna: Maa maa…Yamamoto looks pretty beat up already, and we can't hit a girl…
Dramatic Tsuna: -evil glare- He can take the pain. God knows we endured more than enough of it this morning!
Rational Tsuna: -heavy sigh- You know good and well we can't kick an injured man (…no matter how badly he deserves it…). But I have to agree, we can't just let them get away with a few gifts and apologies as compensation. Something must be done to ensure that…this…doesn't happen again.
Sympathetic Tsuna: -shy smile- I have a suggestion…
Dramatic Tsuna: -sulks silently- …
Rational Tsuna: -interested stare- We're listening.
:: Outside Tsuna :: Exit Conference!
Yamamoto and Haru waited with bated breaths and palpitating heartbeats for Tsuna to respond positively in any way, shape, or form to their gifts. Feeling more than a little anxious when the brunette finally looked back up at them with an inscrutable look on his face, before promptly exhaling.
"Alright fine, you're both forgiven." He mumbled tiredly, running a hand over his face as both Yamamoto and Haru sighed in unanimous relief and smiled back at him as though he was a saint.
Tsuna stared back at them oddly for a couple of seconds, before adding onto his earlier statement. "…but that doesn't mean you're off the hook."
Both his friends immediately stiffened at his words, and Tsuna fought back a sadistic grin which threatened to crack his neutral visage. It was payback time.
"Starting tomorrow, you two are both on probation for the rest of this semester. And you're also going to be on bathroom and floor cleanup at the café from now…until graduation." He smiled angelically.
Yamamoto slowly paled. Haru turned an interesting shade of green. Tsuna laughed gleefully. Continuing on in a singsong voice as he sat upright cheerfully and crossed his legs one over the other, saying sweetly with his eyes closed in blissful arcs, "Ooh, but that's not even the best part!"
The next few hours consisted of Tsuna briefing his two best-friends on their long-term condemnation, with Haru crying pitifully and Yamamoto smiling back at him shakily with a dry lump in his throat, and a heavy boulder in his chest.
Payback really was a bittersweet bitch.
By the time Tsuna finished revoking most all of Yamamoto and Haru's previously enjoyed privileges, with a few minor compromises in some matters (such as the tutoring sessions, late night phone calls, and baked goods), it was dark outside and all his hot cocoa had made it down into his digestive tract.
He felt much better now.
And Yamamoto and Haru…well…they were just barely hanging in there. Both wondering how such a sweet young man could come up with such cruel and…unusual punishments…
'Hmph…you'd be surprised what people are capable of under the right circumstances.' Tsuna mused quietly to himself before standing from the couch and scooping up a couple of bags of groceries with a content smile. He needed to start putting the food away before it went bad.
Yamamoto and Haru slumped soullessly in their seats. Neither one of them making a sound as the brunette made trip after trip between the living room and the kitchen, putting away the newly bought food items and neatly bagged up flower bouquets with a bouncy spring in his step.
By the time Tsuna finished putting everything away in their proper places, the only thing left to see about was the large, untouched, brown box sitting on the floor. Tsuna eyed it curiously and lifted it from the floor to the coffee table. Yamamoto and Haru seemed to snap out of their stupors the moment he picked it up. Both for completely different reasons though.
Haru's eyes shone brightly again at the prospect of Tsuna finally opening up her personally chosen gift. And Yamamoto smiled nervously as the brunette's hand went out to open the sealed package. Haru was practically bouncing in her seat now. And Yamamoto held back a grimace as Tsuna finally got the top flaps undone.
The box came open.
Tsuna froze.
Haru grinned proudly.
Yamamoto eyed the exit.
"Why is there a dead chicken…with feathers…and a…head…inside this box?" Tsuna queasily asked, as the (mildly-putrid) smell of the dead fowl wafted up to his now wrinkled nose. His eyes wide as saucers locked in horrified stare on the large dead poultry lying askew in the box. Tsuna's eyebrow began to twitch.
Yamamoto looked pointedly at Haru and Haru ecstatically explained about the article, and the forgiveness, and all the other nonsensical wives tales centered around the dead chicken. Tsuna looked about ready to faint as his face paled and Haru happily grinned back at him.
"You really shouldn't have…Haru-chan…" Tsuna said wearily, feeling a bit woozy on his feet. "Oh it was not trouble at all! Tsuna deserves it after what we put him through!! I should have gotten the pig too…" Haru trailed off thoughtfully.
Yamamoto and Tsuna both sent her wide eyed looks of stupefied (and horrified) disbelief as she began muttering about going down to the butcher's shop tomorrow to pick up a large pig for Tsuna. "Oh please don't Haru!" He quickly interjected, before she could get too carried away. Haru stopped muttering and gave Tsuna an innocently questioning stare. "Ha hi?"
Tsuna clumsily resealed the dead chicken with shaking hands as he spoke awkwardly to the girl, "You've already given me more than enough, and you've both been aptly punished. So there's really no need for you to bring me a pig as well! In fact, I think you'd do better taking the chicken back…I don't really need it for…err…anything…and you've already been forgiven!"
Haru stared blankly up at him as Tsuna smiled genially with a nervous sweatdrop and held out the box at arms length to her. "…So please just take it back, Haru." She pouted slightly, but nodded dejectedly in acceptance. Taking the box and hugging it to her chest as Tsuna let out an inaudible sigh of relief and dropped his arms. Yamamoto slouched down bonelessly in his seat.
Potential crisis, averted.
Tsuna tiredly stared at his two friends with a longsuffering fond smile, and crossed his arms in front of him before saying offhandedly, "Your probation doesn't officially start till tomorrow, so if you feel like staying over longer, I suppose I could make up some fresh cookies and pop in a short movie for us to wa…" Immediately being cut off by an overjoyed and elated response of, "YES PLEASE!!" resounding loudly from the two. Tsuna laughed in a highly amused fashion at their predictable antics and flashed them both an impish grin as he said, "I'll get started on the mix then."
Turning radically about face and smiling softly to himself in secret as he sauntered off into the kitchen to prepare the well loved treat. Leaving behind a blissfully salivating Yamamoto and Haru-chan. Knowing that even though his friends could be (extremely) stupid at times, and get him into enough trouble to last two of his own lifetimes, he still loved them to bits.
And he wouldn't trade either of them for the world, nor his lost virginity.
Later on that night, around 8:45pm, Tsuna said goodbye to Yamamoto and Haru-chan and relocked his front door. The movie had been finished and the cookies were all gone. He was officially alone again. Tsuna felt a nervous knot begin forming in his stomach as his mind gravitated much like a magnet back to the note still crumpled up in his pocket.
He reached a hand in and pulled it out once more. It was taunting him, he surmised. The little piece of paper with the note and number on it was taunting him. But he'd be damned if he let it win out. He was brave enough to call. He could do this! He would show that bastard of a man that he wasn't afraid! He would call 'Mukuro' up and speak his mind! YEAH!!
Tsuna quickly rushed over to the cordless phone and snatched it boldly off the hook. Dashing back over to the couch and flattening the note out on the coffee table. The phone clicked on, the number got dialed, the receiver came up to his ear, and his heart pounded anxiously in his chest.
He listened as the phone rang and struggled to get his breathing under control. This couldn't be good for his health.
No, not at all.
Mukuro was stretched out boredly on his back across his bed. His right hand toying with his cell-phone as he waited for a call that might not even be coming. Much less today.
His mismatched eyes lazily stared up at the ceiling. It was 8:52, and he had yet to hear from the young brunette. Mukuro wondered privately why he was even bothered by not getting a call back (so very soon too). It wasn't as though the kid knew him (or technically vice-versa). And even if the boy did decide to call, it probably wouldn't be tonight of all nights…
But even so, he couldn't bring himself to move away from the phone (or get up from the bed).
This was so damn pathetic.
Mukuro scowled.
He turned the phone over again in his hand. It wasn't as though he had anything better to do besides wait anyways. He could let himself slide…just this once.
All of a sudden though, as if fate (…or a certain author…) had finally gotten up off her lazy ass again and decided to intervene, the phone rang. Mukuro stared at it.
Mukuro's eyes narrowed. Mukuro sat up. On the 5th ring he flipped it open. The number was unfamiliar. He opened up the line and brought it to his ear.
"Hello?"
Tsuna's hands clenched the phone tightly as the ringing finally stopped and a deeply seductive voice filled his ears. "Hello?" Tsuna's throat felt tight and unbearably dry now, and all thoughts of telling the man off drifted away like smoke to the skies as he cleared his throat, swallowed, and blushed heavily, before speaking timidly in an abnormally high pitched voice, "…is this…Rokudo Mukuro?"
The man on the other line chuckled softly before responding, "That depends…who wants to know?" Tsuna shivered and could feel himself hardening shamefully. It just had to be a crime for anyone to have a voice that sexy…
What should he say? 'I'm Sawada Tsunayoshi, the guy you fucked and left at the hotel?!' That most certainly would raise an eyebrow. Tsuna bit his lip and inwardly panicked as his brain quickly searched for an answer. Replying self-consciously with the first (sensibly simple) thing that popped into his head.
"Sawada Tsunayoshi…the guy from the hotel this morning…" Tsuna flushed darkly and could practically feel Mukuro's amusement as the man chuckled once more and purred in a voice that made his entire body heat up on fire, "Kufufufu, it's a pleasure to meet you again Tsunayoshi-kun…you have finally reached Rokudo Mukuro."
Tsuna almost fainted. So this was the man that took him.
He wasn't sure if he should be terrified or not…and the only thing that came out of his mouth next was a softly spoken, "Hello…"
THE END!
…Of the beginning that is…Ku fu fu fu fu…
A/N: And there you have it folks! This is the official finale of 'Gonna make you Sweat'! I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! And although this is the official ending of GMYS, if I get enough demand for it, I may just decide to write a bonus Epilogue chapter to sate your curiosity about Mukuro and Tsuna's future relationship! And depending on which way my inspiration decides to go in the future, there might even be a sequel for this fic coming up! –cheeky grin- I still haven't decided yet. But either way, if you guys want the Epilogue chapter, just drop a review and say so and I'll add it in before marking this fic as 'complete'. Otherwise, I'll simply be leaving the story off here and let your imaginations take over (until I decide whether or not to do a sequel). Fair warning though, I've got other fics and one-shot ideas for the KHR fandom swimming around in my head just waiting for me to latch onto right now, so even if I do a sequel for GMYS, it won't be put out in the very immediate future! Unless I suddenly get one EXTREMELY large bite in the ass from a KILLER plot-bunny that I simply CANNOT ignore! –giggles happily- But now enough of my ramblings! Please review and tell me one last time just how much you enjoyed this series (or even how much I just screwed it up T.T), if you want to see an Epilogue/sequel, and if I actually did my job and "Made you sweat a little." –saucy wink- Lolz, until we meet again! Ja matta NE!
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