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Don't kill me. I know it's been like...uh...forever...since I updated, but I finally found the inspiration to pick this up again. I'll be answering some questions I see here in reviews (sorry that I can't personally reply, I can't tell which ones I've replied to and which ones I haven't qq). I appreciate all of your encouragement ^-^ Also, tell me if you see any glaring grammar/spelling mistakes. No spell check on here, ffs (screw my new laptop). You might have to reread the past chapters for some of this to make sense though xD (I know I had to. I forgot almost everything).

- Yes, B26 will be included. - Tsuna slept with Giotto because he felt like cockblocking- I mean, because it was supposed to depict their closeness. They have a strong bond and often slept together when they were young (usually for comfort). - I am aware of Hibari's slight OOCness. I don't think that I can ever depict him perfectly canon AND as an actor, so I'm sorry that you're going to have to deal with that. - ColoLal might be a possibility.

Note: Things you need to know for this chapter - kami = god
Some of the drama will be included in the story line, but it's not predominant over 1827's relationship development in reality.
Yeah, that's pretty much all.

Giotto took those words back. It was not nice to be back to this…this…monstrosity.

"Let me have one more hour to rest," he pleaded, but Tsuna pushed his older brother down until he sat on his chair. Tall, uniform white stacks stared back at him. They were the bane of his existence.

…Curse paperwork.

"I left notes everywhere to remind you what you have to do for the day," Tsuna reminded as he tacked the last one on the mini-fridge. The brunet suddenly let out a squeak when he checked his watch. "I'm going to be late! Don't forget to pick up your dry cleaning and pay for the camera damages!"

Giotto visibly sank as he watched his younger brother exit his office in a rush. Well, now that the responsible one was gone…

He might as well take a nap.

Tap tap. The sharp rapping of someone's knuckles against his desk demanded his attention. Giotto's eyebrow gave an irritated twitch. Whoever this bastard is…

"Mon amour, if you don't finish this today, Reborn is going to have your head served on a silver platter," Daemon chastised.

Oh, it's just Daemon. Giotto propped his head up on his hands. "Could you help me then?"

Daemon hesitated. He didn't want to be dragged into his lover's nightmare. "But—"

"You can forge my signature perfectly."

Daemon sighed. It was true; he had an uncanny ability for copying signatures.

"Fine." Giotto raised an eyebrow when he saw the mischievous twinkle in Daemon's eye. That could only mean he was planning something. The growing suspicion mounted as Daemon hummed a little tune under his breath while moving aside the stacks of paper into neater piles, gradually uncluttering the center of his desk. Giotto couldn't concentrate on the contract he was supposed to sign, every time his eyes finally settled on a paragraph, Daemon would finish moving another stack. He unconsciously made a frustrated sound under his breath as his eyes tried to zero in on the important details on the paper.

The frenchman chuckled at his husband's antics. He would never tire of them. He continued humming the tuneless song, feeling his lips fall into a smirk as he contemplated on which course of action he would take. He made sure that Giotto was completely caught off-guard when he felt his warm breath on his neck.

Giotto scowled. He had finally managed to immerse himself in his work, but then Daemon ruined the good thing he had going. He turned around crossly to scold him, but was instead met with an all too familiar set of lips moving fluidly against his.

"Wait, Daemon," Giotto said sternly after a few minutes of intense lip locking—or as sternly as he could manage while being hot and bothered—"You said it yourself. I have work to finish."

"But," the blond swallowed a mewl when Daemon started to nonchalantly stroke his nether regions, "With me helping you, half of your work time will be reduced. I think," the frenchman maneuvered them around until he had his lover sitting on top of him in the chair, "That requires some compensation."

"Does it have to be—" Giotto let out a breathy moan and tilted his head back when Daemon began to fondle his balls, "That kind of compensation?"

"Mhm," Daemon answered as he began to undo the buttons on his lover's pinstripe suit. "Now," the blue-haired man spun them around until they faced the desk, "Do you know why I moved the papers?"

Giotto gulped.

The set was relatively empty. The only main actor and actress there was Tsuna and Kyoko; the rest weren't required to come until an hour before lunch.

"Tsunayoshi-chan, Kyoko-chan, are you two ready?" Ogata called from his director's chair. The two nodded their affirmatives. "Remember to change the settings on the straightener," he added.

Tsuna nudged the drawer that contained the appliance shut. "I will." I really, really don't want to find out what charred hair feels like.

Ogata nodded, satisfied. "We're shooting the first couple substantial scenes. We can add the fillers in later."

Tsuna and Kyoko bobbed their heads in agreement again.

"Lights."

Spanner flicked the lights to signal that he was ready.

"Camera."

Shoichi gave an OK sign.

"Action!"

Tsuna burst into Kyoko's room, dressed in the same attire she was in.

"Kyoko! We're going to be late for your first day of university!"

The petite girl noticed how her brother was entirely focused on her, seemingly flippant about the fact that he was starting his first day in the same all-girls school she was attending. Tsuna had somehow convinced her parents to let him spend his first year in Seishun University with her, his excuse being that lots of girls would bully her. Iemitsu had automatically granted him permission, the same protective fire burning in their eyes whenever Kyoko's safety was mentioned. Nana had been more hesitant, but relented when Tsuna promised he would take all advanced studies in his second year (when he would be at Daesang, Seishun's sister school).

"Tsu-kun, your hair—"

Tsuna cursed, running a hand through his wild brown locks. He sprinted to his room and harshly pulled open his drawer, taking out the pink straightener that was in there. He sped back to his sister's room after trying to frantically figure out the confusing dials.

"Kyoko, teach me how to use this thing!"

Kyoko pulled him into her chair and plugged in the hair appliance.

Tsuna sneezed when she sprayed something in her hair. "What is that?"

"Heat protection, so your hair doesn't get fried," Kyoko explained as she spread the stuff all over his hair. Tsuna looked up when his sister suddenly paused.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Are you sure you really want to go through all of this for me?" Her voice broke at the last words.

"I'd do anything for you," Tsuna replied immediately, his eyes softening as he wiped away the teardrop that was marring her face. "Beautiful girls don't cry."

Kyoko sniffed before wielding the straightener. She wasn't voted "girl with the cutest hairstyles" in high school for nothing. When she was done, Tsuna would not resemble a boy in the slightest bit.

Tsuna stared in awe at his reflection. 5 minutes. His sister only took 5 minutes to transform his unruly hairstyle into one that was utterly…100%...all in all…adorable.

"Kyoko, you're amazing," Tsuna whispered, a little shell-shocked. No wonder she was a fashion guru for other girls their age.

Said fashion guru smiled at her work. Tsuna's girlish features really helped in emphasizing the femininity of the hairstyle.

"Kyoko-chan! Tsunayoshi, my masculine son! Come down for pictures!"

Tsuna rolled his eyes at this father, but jumped up the second he saw the time.

"Let's go! We're really going to be late!"

Tsuna took the stairs three at a time, avoided his father's bear hug, gave his mother a quick kiss on the cheek, and dug in to his breakfast. Kyoko took a seat beside him.

"Say 'first day of university'!" Iemitsu said as he took out his camera.

"That's a mouthful, Iemitsu," Nana said as she gazed at her children in adoration. Iemitsu settled on taking shots of them while they were eating and one of them posing together in the front of the door before they dashed out.

"Cut! Scene change!"

The actors each accepted the glass of water they were offered.

"You two did well," Ogata praised.

"Thank you, Ogata-san," they said in unison as they waited for the props to be changed.

Tsuna was deep in thought. He hadn't missed that his parents' names were in there. He noticed when the script was handed to him of course, but he didn't quite understand it. Why would…

His thoughts were interrupted when Spanner carted a white sports car in the set. Oh, he would love to drive that hot piece of wheels…

"Scene 1, part 2, start!"

Hibari narrowed his eyes at the scene before him. The herbivore's acting was so…passionate. His lips curved downwards as he tried to make sense of it. Passionate was supposed to be…a good thing. The way Tsuna was passionately portraying his character was obviously making Ogata favor him over the other actors. It wasn't that he minded not being the top actor on the set (although he often was). What unsettled him was that he had to…learn from this herbivore. Learn how to act. Something he had been living, breathing, and doing since he was a toddler. This herbivore had only entered the entertainment industry a mere 2 years ago.

He ignored the uneasy feeling that had accompanied him ever since Kusakabe presented him with a stack full of the Sawada family's information. It turned out that they had indeed gone to Hokkaido for a vacation at the same time he did. When he saw Sawada Giotto's pictures of when he was younger, he was sent on a nostalgic trip. There were definitely some similarities of the boy he met in the past. Sawada Tsunayoshi and Sawada Giotto looked nearly identical when they were younger, except Giotto had striking, blond hair and Tsuna's hair was a warm brown color. "Tsu-chan" had blond hair…which meant the obvious choice would be Giotto. Little kids switched names all the time, right? But "Tsu-chan's" temperament was nowhere near Giotto's. Hibari sighed and closed his eyes. He was getting nowhere by thinking this much.

"Hibari-kun~ It's time," Ogata called in a singsong manner.

Hibari pinched the bridge of his nose before striding towards the set, noticing how he was slightly late—everyone had gotten there before him, which was rare. He scowled at Mukuro before sliding in the seat beside Tsuna.

"Good morning, Hibari-san," Tsuna said politely. Kyoko followed suit.

Hibari merely dipped his head in greeting, which was saying something for him. He typically barely acknowledged herbivores below his standing.

"Continue with scene 4," Ogata said, waiting for Shoichi and Spanner to give their OK. "Action."

There was an awkward moment of silence as Tsuna contemplated on what to do next. I knew that name sounded familiar…should I 'fess up to not knowing? Hell no. He quickly switched tactics. "Oh!" He snapped his fingers like he remembered something. "No wonder I couldn't recognize you. Don't you usually wear your uniform jacket over your shoulders every day?" Tsuna hoped that he was on the right track—it was true that Hibari Kyouya was missing his jacket today, and he was never seen without it. In fact, he was in casual wear (which Tsuna admitted looked very nice on him).

Hibari directed a downright murderous glare at Mukuro, who chuckled.

"It's in the dry cleaners. Kyouya-kun will get it back soon enough."

Tsuna didn't ask why, only clearing his throat and smiled at the waitress as he told her what they wanted for their drinks (Kyoko ordered the same drink every time—some type of coffee that was way too sweet for him to handle). He tried to ignore the way his sister kept on peeking at Mukuro from under her eyelashes, and tried even harder to ignore the way she noted what he ordered.

Before long, the two were engaged in conversation—Tsuna almost gagged at all the flirtatiousness. He turned around to his own silent partner. "So, what brings you here?"

Instead of an answer, all he received was a pointed glare. Tsuna almost snorted, and then quickly remembered that girls weren't supposed to do something so "unsightly." Che. This bastard. He rolled in his bottom lip as he thought on how to initiate a conversation. For Kyoko's sake…he reminded himself. His ears pricked when one of the girls said something in a particularly loud whisper. The same girl subsequently pointed in their direction.

"I'm so jealous of them," one of the girls complained. Tsuna raised a brow when he heard that they weren't even bothering to whisper anymore. "Especially that one next to Hibari-sama…"

Pfft. Tsuna coughed to mask a laugh, smiling to avert the other occupants of the table's attention.

"Aiya! Aren't they a little too close? They kind of look like a couple…"

Tsuna looked pointedly at the wide space between them, failing to realize that Hibari had taken notice of everything and was smirking in amusement.

"What if they're secretly going out? You know, this is the first time the student council chairman has been seen outside with a girl," the same girl continued, her voice slightly cracking at the end.

Tsuna had to snort this time. You don't need to worry. This bastard has nothing to do with me.

"You can't really see her face from here. What if she's ugly?" someone else spoke up, trying to console her friend. "Who I'm actually worried about is that other girl next to Mukuro-sama. Do you think…she…maybe…could she be prettier than Ayumi-chan?"

Tsuna scrunched his brows together as the girls began to speak in hushed whispers again. Whoever this Ayumi-chan was must be pretty influential. And if those girls would cause a problem for Kyoko, he would definitely take care of them.

A small beep coming from Hibari's direction caught his attention. Tsuna's curiosity piqued when he saw that it came from his phone. It seemed that it came from the game he was playing on his touch screen. Curiosity mounting, he scooted closer to check out what the game was. It seemed to be some type of game that involved physics, a slingshot, and a lot of fat birds.

Hibari let out a sound of frustration when he failed the level again. Really, this game was rigged—

The look of indignant petulance on Hibari's face when Tsuna took his phone made him chuckle.

"Oi, teach me how to play this," the brunet said after a few seconds of trying to get to the start screen. Hibari snorted.

"Who are you to just snatch my phone away and then demand me to teach you how to play a game? Che," he snorted, making a reach for his phone. Tsuna smirked teasingly at him as he held the phone out of his reach.

"I'm not giving it back until you teach me how to play~" he said in a singsong voice.

Hibari made a sound of indignation. "Who do you think you are? Give me that." A few more desperate grabs landed him nowhere.

"I'm not kidding. I'm keeping this until you teach me how to play," Tsuna said as seriously as he could (whilst holding back his laughter).

"Hey. HEY. You—" Hibari sighed, exasperated. "Fine, I'll teach you, but then you have to give it back."

"Mhm," Tsuna hummed happily. Everything was fine as long as he learned how to play.

When Hibari held his palm out, Tsuna looked at him confusedly. "What?"

"I'm going to have to have my phone to teach you, don't I?"

Tsuna reared back. "I know all your tricks. You're teaching me with it in my hands, senpai."

Hibari fingered the tonfa hidden inside his jacket. Maybe…He bristled when he felt the brunet move closer.

"Hurry up. You're slow, senpai."

The student council president felt a surge of emotion. It was something akin to irritation; however, he was surprised at the feeling. Most of the lower council members feared him. This girl accomplished what many had tried but few had achieved—pissing him off.

And he didn't understand why, but he was going to let it go. This time.

"Shut up, brat." He was so totally not prepared for the punch on the side of his shoulder that had him blinking in shock. Kami, that hurt.

"Call me that again and it'll be your babymakers next time."

He should have risen to the challenge. Instead, his interest levels of the girl shot up the roof.

Mukuro didn't miss the interaction. This…Tsunaru…had potential if she could stand up to Hibari without making a fuss.

"That's all there is to it? I thought it would be harder, since you were so concentrated in it," Tsuna quipped.

"You'll see what I mean when—"

Tsuna proudly showed Hibari the screen. "LEVEL CLEARED! Submit high score?" The brunet grinned deviously, punching his alias in. T-S-U-N-A-R-U. "So, do you have any other games I can beat you at?"

Hibari was saved from answering as the waitress came back with their drinks. When she left, he glared openly at Tsuna. "Phone. Now."

Tsuna pouted a little before handing it over. He rolled his eyes when it was snatched from his hands. He turned around, jumping when he saw Mukuro smirking at him. Holy shithotdamn. He was kinda ho—

No. No. Forbidden territory. Don't cross over to the dark side, Tsuna! The brunet shook his head to clear his thoughts and took a long sip from his iced drink.

"…so do you want to go Tsuna?" The brunet snapped out of his trance.

"Uh…sure." What had he just agreed to? Well, since it was Kyoko, it couldn't be too bad…

"Alright, let's go to the hotel then!" Kyoko beamed.

Tsuna pushed back his chair and slammed his hands down on the table. "What?"

Props to anyone who figures out what the game is.