THE EVENTS IN THIS CHAPTER ARE N O T CANON
Keeping track of the baseball team was sort of a massive pain in the ass.
Back before Yamamoto started hanging out with Tsuna, they had been pretty easy to keep up with. For the most part, they all stuck together and hung out with the same little cliques. Yamamoto branching out to go hang with the dorky little short kid and his weird creepy sister messed up their dynamics something fierce, and they were still floundering around trying to function without their majestic leader. Most of them kept it together pretty well, but there were one or two players that never quite got back into the flow of reasonable grades and outstanding sportsmanship.
That was where I came in.
Indirectly working for the Disciplinary Committee had its perks. While Hana was the one who actually got to wear the armband and sift through personal files for Hibari (the fear in my heart when she told me she had been recruited and was working under him was real and immense), I was the one who usually ended up finding out the information itself. My methods were bordering on illegal and were more than a little stalkerish, which should have bothered me. Then I remembered that I literally shared a roof with multiple hitman, one of which was preparing me to join a superpowered mafia as walking kryptonite, and my life was put back into perspective.
When the baseball team had stopped moving as an easily tracked cohesive being, it was up to me to find out exactly what they were doing with the time they used to spend hanging out. Speaking honestly, it was actually really fun. I had to head out early nowadays to catch morning practice, so I got to miss the ridiculous mafia chaos that started as soon as Tsuna got his ass out of bed. Hana had to be at school early as well for her duties, so sometimes I got to meet up with her before Gokudera descended and monopolized her time with petty arguments. I didn't have to worry quite as much about getting the shit beat out of me by Hibari because I had the excuse of working for him. I was a stickler for the rules that didn't interfere with my job, anyways.
But back to baseball players.
Those few stragglers who didn't function too well without a pinnacle of good morals and motivation as their leader had started to stray into more... questionable activities. I'd always personally thought they were assholes to begin with, but Yamamoto was confident that they were really cool guys, so I hadn't thought too much about it. Then Hana caught me during lunch and shoved a notebook and a camera into my hands and told me to go follow the baseball monkeys and find out what they were up to.
Which led me to my current position crouched under the bleachers with a camera in my hand and a notebook half-full of information about a few new recruits in small-time gangs. Yamamoto wasn't going to be very happy when he found out his teammates had started harassing local store-owners and hanging out with thugs. Hibari even less so.
The problem was that I'd been creeping around the team for nearly a week and a half now. It should not have taken that long to scrounge up information on three stupid kids. Admittedly, it was hard to keep up with all three of them and still monitor the rest of the team for suspicious activity, but it was doable. Or it should have been, at least.
The problem was Yamamoto.
I wanted to confront him about it, but something seemed a little off about asking him to 'go the fuck away because your cute muscles are distracting me from my job'. It was hard to tell in the anime and manga, but Yamamoto had really nice arms.
Really really nice.
They had this way of... rippling whenever he swung the bat, and when he'd been going for a while and worked up a sweaty they got all shiny and firm looking. And whenever he bit the ball he'd sort of take a second to just watch it fly off with this bright little half-grin on his face that would only get bigger as the ball sailed away. It was highly distracting and if I snapped anymore photos of him Hana was actually going to kill me in my sleep. With that thought in mind, I mournfully swung the camera back to the intended targets, only halfheartedly keeping an eye on my actual targets.
I could hear Yamamoto shouting encouragement to his teammates all the way from the bleachers. In no way was the smile audible in his voice making my ears heat up. That would be a stupid dumb hormonal teenage girl thing to do and I was not a stupid dumb hormonal teenage girl. I was a strong powerful mafia lady in training who didn't need any dumb flames or dumb boys or dumb muscles that glistened in the sunlight or stupid heart-melting smiles that made rainbows look boring-
And as I snapped another photo of the person who was not one of my targets, I had to admit that I was maybe developing a crush. Just a little one. It would go away in a few days.
Totally.
...
Fuck.
THIS THING IS THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE I HOPE YOU LIKED IT
This used to be a lot longer, but there are not words for how much I despised it. I rewrote the whole thing like eight times, thus the ridiculous wait. This is shanagi95's gift for being the 100th reviewer. Once again, IT'S NOT CANON THE POLL IS NOT OVER YAMAMOTO HAS NOT WON.
Stuff that is canon:
Hana is joining the Disciplinary Committee. I believe I mentioned something earlier about her and Hibari making a horrifying team and the thought wouldn't leave me alone. I am really excited about that omg.
Nami doesn't have flames. After breaking my head over it, I decided it might be fun to try something that people haven't really done yet, so I did. You may have picked up the hint at what she can do, but I'm still derping out the details in my head, so its subject to a little change.
I'm also gonna take this chance to shuffle y'all over to my Favorite Stories section because I have read some pretty quality OC insert fics lately that you all should def check out uwu
In other news, how about that homestuck gigapause. [sad whining]