Me: So I have been gone for about three weeks because of school...and I'm in the middle of Hurricane Isaac...So I decided to upload my short chapter I scrapped up in a day or two (took a long ass time, mind you). Since I got eleven reviews for chapter 13, I shall now present to you: NAKED YAMAMOTO!
*Spot Light Shines*
Yamamoto: Hi everyone! I missed talking to you guys! :D *waves*
Me: WAIT A MINUTE. WHY AREN'T YOU NAKED?
Yamamoto: I'm not naked!
Me: BUT WHY?
Yamamoto: Because Gokudera is! I volunteered him in my place.
*Wild Gokudera Appears*
Gokudera: FUCK YOU BASEBALL IDIOT. FUCK YOU IN THE FACE.
Yamamoto: Oh hey there Gokudera! Haha, look! He even has a leaf covering his special parts! Let me move that for you!
Gokudera: STAY BACK!
Yamamoto: Just a little biiiitt—I got it! There you go! Now he's fully naked!
Me: O.O WOAAAHHH! LOOK AT HOW HUNG GOKUDERA IS!
Gokudera: DEMONS! DEMONS! ALL OF YOU ARE FUCKING DEMONS!
Yamamoto: Smiley face.
Me: Derp face.
Tsuna: Katekyo Hitman Reborn belongs to Amano Akira. And Gokudera-kun, please put on some clothes before someone tries to rape you.
Chapter Fourteen:
Bonding
Getting stuck in an elevator with a beyond sociopathic man at the age of twenty, was bound to cause a normal person to become mentally ill—Masaru hypothesized. She slumped on the ground in a corner of an elevator, across from the fully Japanese man, drumming her fingers against her knees boredly. Two days after their short, odd reunion, she received a call from Dino asking if they could meet up and get a simple drink together. It was supposed to be a simple day. Meet him at his huge castle (mansion actually), and then go out. The Cavallone boss was to leave Italy for America in a couple of days with Sawada Tsunayoshi to settle a potential mafia war, and he wanted to discuss through a cup of tea whether or not she was still up to becoming his secretary. His reasoning was simple and understandable.
That was it. However, the world always seemed to turn her normal days into a hyperactive idiot's dreams and ruin it. While she was supposed to be heading up to the highest floor in the mansion, she accidentally ran into Hibari. (Figuratively speaking.) If it was even an accident at all. Masaru had been one of the first people on the elevator. The higher the elevator ran, the more people dropped in, talking on their phone and jotting down a reminder on their tiny notepads. Just the usual scenery one would see in a movie. Everything was running along smoothly until the ex-prefect stepped inside the metal contraption. The worker's reactions were to immediately part to the side, running down the hallway and screaming bloody murder.
The intercom rang throughout the entire building, "Hibari Kyoya is on the elevator. Please do not get on aboard if you planned to take it. Use the stairs if it's in an emergency. Miss Fuji, please be careful and do not anger Hibari Kyoya. Have a nice day. "The intercom then switched off. Cue, the nice catchy elevator music resuming.
I guess it's normal to duck and cover at the sight of Hibari's presence, Masaru thought to herself bemusedly. She clicked her tongue, flexed her shoulders, and then tried to initiate a conversation in a pitiful attempt to get rid of the stiff atmosphere surrounding them. "Look at what you did, Hibari-san. You made the innocent workers leave."
He folded his arms together. "I didn't do anything," Hibari said, amusement lacing his voice. He was looking at her face through his peripheral vision.
She rolled her eyes and scoffed inwardly. "Bullshit. Your face just cries out for blood."
"A woman shouldn't be using such vulgar words," Hibari retorted straightforwardly.
Masaru shook her head in disagreement, "Vulgar words give a plain sentence flavors. Not literally of course, but generally speaking. See, you won't be affected that much if I call you ugly. Nonetheless, you would be incredibly offended when I tell you that I don't like looking at your fucking ugly shit-wasted face. Do you understand why I use profanity now?" Before Hibari could throw another snide comment at her, the elevator doors parted to reveal two females arguing intensively.
The girl with the blonde hair shouted, "NO YAKAMA. I told you already, you can rape me anytime because I love you!"
"I don't want to fucking rape you! You probably have herpes, Miki!" Said girl, named Yakama, screamed. "Besides, I like someone else!"
"BUT WHY? HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE SWAG LIKE ME!"
"I DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT SWAG!"
"LOOK, SWAG GIVES YOU SPORKS! JUST LOOK AT MY GREEN SPORK!" Miki pulled out a green spork from her sweatpants, poking Yakama in the face. Yakama turned her cheek, resulting the tip of the utensil to touch the surface of her eyes brown eyes on accident.
"FUUUUUU—"
The elevator doors closed.
"…Should we tell Di—"
"No."
"Bu—"
"No."
Masaru rolled her eyes and sighed, "I hope you know that you are a pain in the ass."
"Duly noted," Hibari said dryly.
The elevator resumed moving up in silence.
"...What's your favorite color?"
Hibari's eye twitched, and he craned his neck to show the woman, that he was giving her his full attention. "Must we really play twenty questions in an elevator?"
"We have many floors to go up before we make it to Dino. We're basically trapped in an elevator. What else do you want to do? Oh I'm sorry, I forgot. In your world Kyoya, a fridgerator is definitely installed into an elevator. So why don't you just imagine yourself making me a sandwich?"
Hibari glared at her. "Shut up, or I'll bite you to death."
Masaru dragged her palm down her face. That stupid line needs to be stopped. It sounds so idiotic. "Okay. Do me a little favor and look at the other side of the wall please? I feel sick."
"Do tell."
"Because of your face."
He raised his eyebrows, "You're not going to puke on my shoes again are you?"
"Tempting, but no." I want to hurl. Tapping her feet on the ground impatiently, her eyes stayed on the Roman numerals longingly. Why was it taking so long just to meet up with the other man? She jumped as the elevator came to an abrupt stop. The lights began flickering on and off steadily. Hibari and Masaru exchanged glances. "Hey…is it possible for you to stop doing that weird stuff of yours?"
"Stop doing what?"
"Stop messing up the lights with your creepy eye magic."
"I'm not doing it. And for your information, I don't have any eye magic."
"That's a lie. You always have this weird look in your eyes."
"The same can be said for you."
"Shut up." Masaru grunted, and then glared at the flickering elevator lights. "Would you just make up your mind?" The elevator suddenly gave another violent jerk, and the lights stopped flickering and settled on the bulbs shattering to pieces. "…." Hibari smirked. "Again, shut up." So here they were, in the dark, stuck in elevator that stopped moving. Their breathing stilled at the sound of approaching footsteps.
"BABY COME BACK! YOU CAN BLAME IT ALL ON ME!" Suddenly, there were gun fires from the outside, along with more dreadful screams followed by, "YAKAMA NOOOO! NOT THE CHOCOLATE DIPS!"
The intercom turned back on. "EMERGENCY! THERE ARE INTRUDERS IN THE MANSION. INTRUDERS! EVERYONE, STAY CALM AND STAY WHERE YOU ARE! And have a nice day~."
"Kyoya."
"What?"
"I think I am highly intoxicated right now. Please do me a favor and punch me in the face." She received a almost inaudible snort as her answer. Pursing her lips, Masaru settled on the ground across from Hibari. This is the reason why Masaru was stuck in an elevator with the Hibari Kyoya. Thankfully, they couldn't really see each other so it made things less awkward between them. "So….would you like to resume playing twenty questions until they fix the problem?"
"No."
"Dickwad."
"…." Hibari glared at her and leaned his back against the cool wall. "Fine. You make up all of the questions."
"You have to answer all of them truthfully then."
"Hn."
Masaru chortled, and pressed a palm to her heavy eyelids. "Since you didn't answer last time, what's your favorite color?"
His reply was immediately, "Gray."
"Why?"
"Many people see the world in only black and white and tend to describe the world in only good or bad. In my eyes, black and white are mixed together to form shades of gray," Hibari muttered. "That's two."
"Funny. That's how much I gave your cliché answer. Two out of fiv—I'm kidding Kyoya. I gave it a ten out of five." She rolled her eyes again. Yeah right. That was seriously cliché. "Have you ever cried?"
"Once."
"….What?"
Hibari shrugged. "I was truly happy to discover the joy of biting weak people to death. I was four-years-old, if I remember correctly."
He really is fucked up. She moved on to the next questions and continued. It was sort of fun…Hibari was actually much easier to talk to now that he was more mature than two and half years ago. Although sometimes he would get slightly irritated with her questions, he would still answer…And maybe hit her lightly if she made an extremely rude comment. Like for question fifteen, "Are you a virgin?"
"Ye—"
"Sorry, I forgot you're asexual and only have feelings for your tonfas." For that insult, he flicked her on the forehead harshly. She basically begged him to hit her. Masaru rubbed the light wound and blinked. "You didn't have to hit me."
"You deserve it." Hibari made a move to sit next to her, keeping a small distance between them. He noticed how stiff Masaru became, now that he was close to her. His lips curled upward. "Question sixteen. Go." Well he seemed to be taking an interest into the game now.
Carelessly, she dropped the next question, "What do you regret the most in your life?"
"…."
"Kyoya?" Masaru cocked a brow. He didn't even move. "Kyoya, you don't have to answer that question if it's too personal."
Hibari's eyes narrowed and he straightened his back. "I am not a weak herbivore. I can answer the question."
"I'm not saying you're a weak herbivore, nor am I implying you are. People have their comfort zones Kyoya. If you don't want to answer it, then I won't force you to," Masaru snapped irately. "Just forget it. Game is over, okay? If that makes you feel any better." She huffed. "You're really annoying, did you know that? For once, I wish we could have a decent conversation that didn't involve an argument. I mean, I can be pain in the arse, but really? Must you be like that all of the time? Did you have a phone book shoved up your ass?" Hibari slapped a hand over her mouth.
"I regret never telling my mother to stay with me," Hibari stated abruptly; his tone was calm—too calm. It made her regret asking him the question because it felt like she was intruding on something private; she wasn't supposed to see or hear something so personal from him. "My father was a workaholic. He never came home unless it was for dinner. My mother was the opposite. She stayed at home to take care of me, and she was sick and tired of my father always working. He barely spent any time with us." Ah. It was the stereotypical family problems modern day kids grew up dealing with. Even the almighty Hibari had to deal with regular (complicated) situations. "In the end, they got a divorce and my mother left the both of us." Masaru removed his hand from her mouth and held it, trying to let him know she was still listening. Her hands are cold, he thought.
"Do you know where she is?"
Seventeen, he mentally counted. "She lives in Tokyo."
"Have you ever thought about visiting her?"
Eighteen. "No."
"Why?" Nineteen.
"I don't feel the need too," Hibari murmured briskly, staring at their hands laced together. "You have one more question left. Use it wisely."
"Shut up," Masaru repeated, biting the bottom of her lips. What would the last question be? What should she ask him? "Are you gay?" No, she already knew he's not. "Do you have a weird fetish?" Ew. That was sort of gross. "Do you have the hots for Dino?" Oh wait, that went into the homosexual category. Never mind. Hmm…How about, "Have you ever wondered what it's like to have female genitals?" Ugh, forget it. The next words that left her lips surprised the adult herself. "Have you ever been in love?"
Hibari blinked and leaned closer to her face. "Repeat it again, herbivore."
"Have you," she emphasized, trailing her fingers across his cheek. "Ever been, " Masaru poked his cheek. "In love," she completed flatly, leaning back. Her face flushed pink, and she could feel her heart speed up from her earlier actions. She curled her body into a ball, recognizing the familiar feelings of love showing up. Masaru paled a bit, and restated her question, "Have you ever been in love, dipshit?"
"I'm not obligated to answer if you don't ask politely."
"Just answer it." Hibari could feel the elevators vibrating to some extent, and stood up. The elevators began running smoothly again—save for the violent singing outside and the broken light bulb. Masaru glanced up at him, and followed his actions swiftly. "I'll take that as a no then," she grunted lowly, eye twitching.
"Sorry for the inconvenience we have caused!" The announcement rang.
Hibari fixed his black suit nicely and smoothed out the wrinkles. Just as the doors parted, he supplied a small, "The answer is yes." And then headed out, leaving her in a stupor.
"Wait a minute…What?"
"While I'm gone, I want you to use my office to organize the paperwork for a while. My workers are still busy re-decorating yours," Dino explained, grinning widely. He took a tiny sip from his decaf and continued, "Romario will drop in sometimes when he's not busy taking care of his family to show you around the place in case you get lost or confused. But you can also ask the other men here if you need help. I'm sure they'll be glad to talk to someone normal for a change."
"Or run from me," Masaru murmured, kicking at the shiny floor with her converse. "So when do you plan to leave for America?"
"I'll be leaving in two days," Dino said casually, gazing at her intently. The Eurasian girl squirmed in her chair, feeling the sudden desire to disappear. Had she done something to anger him? She blinked when Dino leaned across the table and suddenly asked her, "Masaru, how do you know Kyoya?"
"How do I know Kyoya?" Masaru repeated, incredulous. "Why do you want to know that?"
"I'm just…curious."
"Oh…" Strange. Her eyes darted back and forth between the door and Dino. In the end, she gave up with reluctance. "The first time I met Kyoya, I puked on his shoes."
"You what?"
"It's exactly as you heard it Dino. I'm not going to repeat myself," Masaru said flatly, a flash of embarrassment appearing on her blank expression for a millisecond. "After that, I got punished by him. I had to clean the entire school building after class was finished. Normally, that should have been it. Except Kyoya was always an irritating, self-righteous asshole, and he always made me want to shoot myself—or him, whichever felt better." Dino snorted. "Kyoya was the first and only person that ever got under my skin and made me lose my temper. I even punched him in the face too."
He gaped, "But Masaru! You're not even strong!"
"Yes, that explained why I walked around Namimori with a broken wrist for a long time," she inquired, picking at the scones on her plate. "One day, Kyoya came to my house. He was twenty-eight. Twenty-eight-years-old Kyoya showed up in my apartment, spewing all of these nonsense about the mafia; I didn't believe him at first. But what could I do when the older him shows up? It didn't help that I found out we got married together."
"MARRIED?" Dino felt his heart drop and his body turn numb. Had he been chasing after a woman for two years; a woman that wouldn't even return his feelings? Or was it because she had already been claimed by his student?
If Masaru knew how he felt at that very moment, she did a good job of not showing it. "Unbelievable right?"
"Yeah…" It was absolutely unbelievable. "Do you…love him?"
Crack.
The handle on the teacup broke into pieces, and the dining equipment fell to the floor. Masaru stared at Dino in disbelief, eyes widening a fraction. "Do I what?"
Dino smiled a bit at her funny reaction. "Do you love Kyoya?"
The woman stood up from the chair, eyebrows furrowed, and now pacing around the room quietly. "Do I love him? He's a sociopath. He's an annoying jerk. We never have decent conversations together without arguing for the most part. Kyoya is also prone to slap me upside the head silly if I insult him. He enjoys fighting too much. I also think he gets off from being in his school." But he's loyal to his companion, and he's passionate about the things he love. He's very prideful, and it's cute unless you're in his face about something he doesn't like. He's strong, and he protects his friends from what Dino told me. And Kyoya's probably...Masaru frowned at the next word that popped into her head.
Lonely.
….
Psh. The day Hibari Kyoya feels lonely is the day they find Kony. [WHAT UGANDA DO ABOUT IT?] "Maybe. I do have symptoms of crushing on him. "
"Symptoms?
"Like for instances, my heartbeat increases. I keep on thinking about him a lot. Oh, and I want to hurl sometimes. But this time, it's not because he's ugly." Dino could never recall when Hibari was ugly. Ever. "My stomach feels funny that I find the need to go into a surgical operation and have the surgeons dissect me to see if there are animals or insects inside of me. Those type of symptoms Dino," Masaru explained, running her hands through her short hair wildly.
"Masaru."
"What?"
"I think you love him."
Masaru slumped in the chair and corrected, "I prefer not to throw the word love around easily since I know how to use it now. Perhaps I like Kyoya." She closed her eyes and leaned back, feeling exhausted.
"Like him extremely?" Dino questioned, tilting his head. "Masaru? Masaru! Aww man! She fell asleep on me again!"
Two Days Later
"Are you sure you have everything Dino?" Masaru asked tiredly, rubbing her heavy eyelids. Forcing to be woken up and forced to take medicine was making the narcoleptic feel even more sleepy than usual. Groaning, she extended her arms up and stretched, letting them fall to her side limply. "Check one more time. You could have dropped something in the car."
Dino exhaled in exaggeration, lifting up his suitcase and bag (not purse). "I'm quite sure I have everything."
"Really now?" Hibari, who had been there with them the entire time, raised his eyebrows. "You dropped this in the car." He then presented the blonde man with a passport.
"Ahahaha…Oops?"
Masaru snatched the passport from Hibari's hand (gently) and shoved it in Dino's manly brown bag. "Don't lose it this time, Dino."
"I'll try."
The woman shook her head and leaned up, giving him a small hug, and kissing him on the cheek in a friendly manner. As friendly as she could be. "You take care of yourself in America, all right? Make sure you carry around a gun since you're going to New Orleans. Personally, I don't want to be racist or anything, but if a black man walks up to you in the French Market—run. Run for your life. I don't care how good you are with your whip, or how your ninja turtle can destroy the city, just run."
Ignoring the last part, a soft smile was on Dino's face, and he returned her hug willingly. Nodding, he agreed, "I will." Catching the glare Hibari was giving him , he grinned widely and ran his hand through her hair, pressing her against his chest. Hibari's glare darkened. Ha! That's what you get for leaving me in the car along at that time! Quietly, Dino whispered in Masaru's ear, "Take care of Kyoya for me."
"Huh?"
Dino pulled away from her and patted her shoulders, laughing with mirth—despite the aching in his heart. "I'll see you when I get back! Bye Masaru! Bye Kyoya! Behave okay? Try not to destroy my home!"
"Go away."
"I love you too, Kyoya."
Masaru rolled her eyes and turned around, walking away from them as the two tried saying their goodbyes in a friendly manner. How Dino ever managed to deal with Hibari for so long. She would never know; and she didn't plan to. Idiots. "Yo, Narcoleptic!" Turning around at the familiar nickname, she was surprised to see piercing green eyes strike her and silver hair tied into a short pony-tail. She blinked. Gokudera narrowed his eyes. "You didn't answer my texts."
"Oh. Sorry about that, Terrorist-san," Masaru said stiffly, sending him a languid wave. "I forgot."
"Bullshit. You have fucking photographic memory. Forgot my damn ass." Gokudera scowled, shoving his hands in his pocket. The other man had grown a lot taller from the last time she saw him. Yet his personality still remained the same. Pretty shitty. Just like Hibari. "What the hell have you been doing in Italy lately, Narcoleptic?"
"Recently, I just became the secretary of the Cavallone famiglia," Masaru responded softly, itching to wrap her fingers around a certain someone's throat. Why was Hibari taking so long? Masaru rubbed her tired eyes and proceeded to yawn. If she fell asleep at the airport, she was going to blame it all on Hibari. "And you? Still the right hand man for Sawada-san?"
"That's Vongola Decimo to you," the man retorted. Apparently, he was still the other man's fan boy.
"Who cares? Anyway, why are you here at the airport?"
Gokudera shrugged nonchalantly. "I came here to drop off Juudaime. He's going to America with the Cavallone."
"And you're not going with them?"
"Can't."
She smirked. "Shocking."
Gokudera growled, glaring at her. "Shut it." He glanced over her shoulder to see Hibari heading their way and looked back at her. "Have you and Hibari hooked up yet?"
"Hooked up?"
"Got together. It's another term for dating."
"Oh…We're not dating…yet."
Haha, she said yet. She's actually considering going out with that fucking sociopath. "Don't keep him waiting for you," he advised. Checking his watch, Gokudera adjusted his messenger bag on his shoulder. "Whatever, I need to go meet up with Juudaime. I'll message you later in case something important happens. See ya."
"Bye." She watched him head off in the opposite direction. "That bastard grew taller."
"Or you shrunk," Kyoya commented idly, appearing next to her side.
"Hey Kyoya. Shut the fuck up? Kay'. Thanks."
"I'll bite you to death if you keep up with your profanity."
The woman was not in a good mood right now. Personally, she felt the need to assassinate the black-haired man right next to her. Tilting her head up, Masaru locked eyes with him (which was becoming too common and needed to be stopped later on because it was sooooo cliché) and it felt like her heart soared—that's right, fucking soared—with a stupid girlie emotion that made her feel giggly. Giggly should not even be in her damn definition due to how repulsive it sound. "Kyoya."
"Hn."
"Date me or die." Ah shit. That wasn't remotely romantic at all. The question—more like statement—was so blunt and embarrassing, she wanted to crawl into a corner and rot. Why couldn't she ask him out in a cute way like one of those K-dramas Hana would talk about. Out of all of the places Masaru could have asked him out, it had to be at theairport. Her romantic interest wasn't even leaving for another country, so why exactly did she ask him? What if Hibari said no? Does that mean she's going to be a depressing little cunt that fucked every living thing until he came back for her? Cliché after cliché played through her head, each one becoming more grotesque than the last.
"I'll date you on one condition," Hibari stated emotionlessly.
Masaru gulped. "W-What is it?"
Hibari took a liking to move closer to her, resting his hands on her tiny waist. "I'll date you." He moved a hand up her back, fingers trailing above the wool shirt, and up to her neck. "If you." The warm breath hitting the nape of her neck made her throat feel dry and lumpy. Hibari entwined his fingers through her short blonde locks casually. Hibari took a look at Masaru's face. Her eyes closed tightly, and face scrunched up. Humorously, he bent down and whispered in her ear,
"Marry me or die."
Gokudera: You made them get together…AT THE AIRPORT? WTF?
Me: I JUST WANTED TO BE ORIGINAL!
Yamamoto: Or un-original!
Me: I mean come on naked Gokudera! I read a lot of HibariXOC fanfic where they date each other by planning a romantic dinner! Or the girl is in danger, and when he saves her, AUTOMATIC RELATIONSHIP! WHY CAN'T IT TAKE PLACE IN A NORMAL SETTING FOR ONCE? NORMAL. THAT'S ALL I'M ASKING FOR! FACKING NORMAL!
Yamamoto: O…kay. By the way Gokudera, why are you still naked? I mean, you were wearing clothes in the chapter.
Gokudera: Meh. It can be explained. Like the author's crappy romance writing skills.
Yamamoto: Ohhh! That makes sense!
Me: AY! SHAT UP YOU FAT FUCKS!
Gokudera: YOU'RE THE FAT FUCK!
Yamamoto: And I'm the skinny fuck!
Me: Shut up Yamamoto…Just…Just…Go stand in the corner. Alone.
OMAKE
Few Months Later
Hana rubbed his forehead in frustration, "You're telling me, that you asked Hibari Kyoya on a date at the airport? And your exact words were: Date me or die?" Masaru nodded. "And in response, Hibari Kyoya told you he would date you as long as you: Marry him or die?" Another nod of agreement. The woman slammed her hands down on the dining table. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME? AFTER ALL OF THE GIRLIE LECTURES WE PUT YOU THROUGH ON HOW TO ASK SOMEONE ON A DATE?"
"If it helps, he asked me to marry him in return."
"THAT'S NOT THE POINT! A proposal is supposed to be special! It's supposed to be planned out! It must be romantic! It must have an important meaning! Not be so…so blunt and held at an airport of all places! He didn't even have a ring with him!"
"Oh Hana! Not every proposal is like a Korean drama, " Kyoko stated, sighing in exasperation. "I mean, the night my husband proposed to me, he got so nervous he puked on my dress." No. It wasn't Tsuna. "I think Hibari's proposal was…unique."
"Ugh…You two are just…Ugh." Hana face palmed.
"So….Kyoko….You got married?"
Me: Next chapter…Might actually be last chapter due to the urge of wanting to finish this so bad and start on a new one. So yeah….Reviews are appreciated.
AND JUST TO LET YOU GUYS KNOW:
Watanabe Miki and Yakama Ai are my two OCs from my Vampire Knight fanfiction. In case anyone wants to know…..BROMANCE FOR LIFE.
EDIT: December 15, 2012