Hungry for Tsuna
A Katekyo Hitman Reborn Fanfiction
Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn belongs to Akira Amano.
Rating: M, because of Xanxus' crude language….and nothing else!
Edited by Mithras151: June 28, 2009
Chapter fourteen: Tsuna the Afraid
"Pardon the intrusion…" The brunette automatically said as he walked into the student council office. His eyes met with a person that he had not seen for a long time. The vice president had not noticed him, since he was too embedded in his work, or should one say Byakuran's fucking work! The Italian did not notice the cheerful brunette coming towards him and when he did it was too late. There was a blur of brown, the papers he had been working on was thrown up in the air and fell to the floor like snowflakes. The brunette had fastened himself around his torso and looking up at him, with a smile that made the sun jealous. "Xanxus!"
"What the fuck are you doing?!" Although, he didn't mean for his response to sound so harsh, he was really surprised by Tsuna's actions. Or maybe he wasn't used to people running up to hug him. And he hoped it wouldn't become a habit either.
"You're alright." The freshman said with an air of relief. Tsuna didn't seem fazed by Xanxus's comment, he was so happy to know that the vice president was fine. He had been wondering if Xanxus was alright for quite a while and not being able to see the scarred Italian made him even more worried. So, when he saw him, Tsuna couldn't help but hug him.
"Of course I am. I can handle myself. " Xanxus replied. He wasn't that weak, it would take more than Mukuro to keep him down. "And why the fuck are you still hugging me? How about you make yourself useful and pick up the shit you dropped on the floor?"
"Sorry…I was just really happy to see you." Tsuna confessed as he released Xanxus from his hold. He then quickly turned to the papers that were scattered among the floor and preceded in picking them up. The brunette completely missed the perplexed expression the vice president had.
Xanxus was a bit taken back by Tsuna's words that all he could do was watch the freshman gather the sheets of paper. No one was ever happy to see him. Not even his own "family" was happy to see him. He frowned, he didn't know how to take the brunette's words, nor did he know how to respond to it. "Why?" He unconsciously uttered and he cursed himself for the slip.
Tsuna turned to the Italian, placing the last sheet on the top of the pile he had gathered. "Well…I still want to be your friend." Tsuna beamed.
"Your sure are persistent about that friendship shit." He commented as he snatched the stack of papers from the freshman. He was sure that he made himself pretty clear the last time that he didn't need friendship. Especially, from some do-gooder, who saw him as a charity case! Nothing good would come out of them being friends. Nothing!
"Are you afraid that I might stab you in the back? Is that it? I would never do that to you." Tsuna asked.
"Well, I'm not going to find out! Don't you have a whole fucking harem, anyway?! I swear there's a whole lot of trash in this school that would kill to be your fucking friend. What makes me so goddamn special?" The vice president questioned.
"Because, I have something to prove to you." Tsuna declared stanchly. The brunette remembered during their last encounter; Xanxus assumed that Tsuna could never understand his pain because the brunette had never lived a harsh life. Although, he didn't have a bad upbringing, Tsuna felt that he was still eligible to be the vice president's friend. And that was what he needed to prove to Xanxus.
"Well…" The vice president seemed to be considering Tsuna's words. The brunette's hopeful eyes fell on the contemplating Italian. Then suddenly his decision was given. "Tough shit!"
"Xanxus!" Tsuna pleaded.
The vice president barked, "Give it up because it's not happening! Go solve someone else's fucking problems, Mary Sue!"
Tsuna was so angered by how the vice president dismissed his efforts. Normally, he would have dropped the subject and cowered in fear, but he disliked how Xanxus felt that he was only doing befriending him for his own selfish reasons.
"You're just afraid!" Tsuna yelled back, but as soon as he said them, the freshman wanted to take it back. He watched slowly as Xanxus turned to him. The other's crimson eyes bore into him. Tsuna had pissed off the wrong person.
Xanxus' burned into the brunette's very soul. "What did you say, trash?!"
At first, Tsuna was wondering whether he should keep his mouth closed. The way Xanxus looked at him and the way that angered voice made him wanted to scream for his mother were clear indications that he should say no more. However, Tsuna knew that running scared would not bring him closer to being Xanxus's friend. It was cowardly, but it would be safer for him to abort ship. However, if he did run away, it would prove to the vice president that he was a wimp. Sadly, Tsuna decided to brave it. He didn't know why he wanted to befriend such a scary person, but he felt it had a lot to do with what he saw last time. Xanxus was beginning to open up to him, and Tsuna didn't want to give up just yet. Tsuna tried his best to look Xanxus in the face and slowly he stood up straight. He then repeated what he said, his voice shaky. "I-I said, that you're scared!"
It happened too fast for his eyes to catch up. The small brunette was slammed against the wall, pretty roughly. His whole body screamed at the harsh contact with the wall but before he could recover from the pain, a strong grip grabbed his throat, pinning him against the hard surface. Tsuna's tawny eyes opened slightly, revealing that the hand at his throat belonged to Xanxus. The vice president was viciously looming over him. His red eyes were wild with rage. The freshman let out a choked shriek as the vice president squeezed at his throat, threatening to crush it. "You little shit!" Xanxus spat.
"Ah!" Tsuna gasped as the vice president's hold on his neck tightened. The brunette felt as if Xanxus was going to kill him if he didn't do something. Tsuna grabbed onto the hand that gripped his neck but his hands were not attempting to break free from Xanxus's hold. Instead, he just held on to it. Tsuna's touch was light and almost nonexistent compared to Xanxus's ferocious grip. His eyes softly focused on Xanxus and he gave him the bravest look he could muster. Xanxus's glare gave him the chills but there was something within the freshman that told him he had nothing to fear. The vice president's rage was just a show. A shield, even. Tsuna wanted to know what this shield of anger was protecting. The freshman then slowly smiled and said quietly. "What have you got to lose?"
The vice president's grip wavered. Xanxus had expected Tsuna to beg or apologize , or some cowardly shit like that. But, he had not expected the brunette to overlook the fact that he was an inch away from strangling him to death. Still, in this dire situation, the brat was able to compose himself into being a fucking saint, soothing his anger like a fireman set to subduing a roaring blaze. How the brat did it, he didn't know. All he knew was that every motivation he had to choke the life out of Tsuna was gone, and he had completely forgotten the reason why he was so mad in the first place.
As the fury left him, Xanxus was left staring into the brunette's eyes. In the brat's eyes there wasn't even one ounce of fear. It seemed as if the brunette had grown a pair of balls since the last time he saw him. Xanxus was impressed, but even more so, he was thrilled. Sure, Squalo did talk back to him, but the fucking idiot didn't have the eloquence that Tsuna had. Xanxus loosened his grip on Tsuna's neck but he didn't let go. He forcefully lifted the other's head up. The scarred Italian then brought his mouth down to Tsuna's ear, biting at his earlobe before, speaking in a deep and husky voice. "So you actually grew a spine, Brat."
The other's hot breath graced against his neck and the warmth coasted down his body, making the freshman shiver. Tsuna didn't know how to take this change in the vice president's mood. First the Italian was irate with him, but now, the freshman wasn't sure what the other was doing. The brunette's bright tawny eyes looked up to Xanxus, in those crimson orbs he could see a need that had to be satiated. The vice president's hand upon his neck began to heat up but he wasn't scorched by high temperature, it was actually soothing. Not only was Tsuna reddening from the Italian's prior comment but now his complexion was darkening to a crimson red from the added heat to his skin.
Seizing the opportunity while it was still ripe, Xanxus enmeshed his mouth with the smaller boy's. The brunette groaned as he felt the bruising pressure upon his lips. From their last encounter, Tsuna knew that Xanxus was not the gentlest person. Like Hibari, the vice president's kiss was heavy with emotion and want. And though it hurt, the pleasure of the kiss outweighed the pain. The heat from Xanxus's mouth drove him to a light headed stupor. It was so soothing and invigorating, that the vice president's touch made him feel as if his whole body were being warmed by an open fire. From his lips to his toes, the brunette could feel the heat leaking into his very being; tickling his soul, warming his blood, and making his skin so sensitive to the other's caress. Xanxus's mouth made his knees weak, and the longer he was under the upperclassman's warmth, the more he felt like exploding in a blissful blast.
Xanxus plunged his tongue into the other's mouth and the smaller boy stilled, getting lost in passion of the other's roaming organ. The brunette did not participate but he did not show any revulsion as the vice president's tongue explored the caverns of the brunette's mouth. Sending a blazing trail along his own oral appendage added to Xanxus's stimulating ministrations. The strong hand braced at his neck, the tempting pressure upon his throat and the feel of the other's rapid pulse against the brunette's skin was just as intoxicating as the vice president's mouth threatening to gobble him up.
After the vice president got his fill of scavenging through the freshman's mouth, he grudgingly broke away from the other, but his hand was still trained on the brunette's small throat. Tsuna looked up at the vice president, his eyes distant but elated. Xanxus was not prepared to let go yet. He still wanted to take the brunette in ways the brat had never dreamed of. He wanted to touch and taste, but before his desire controlled him, he released the small boy. Once the hand was removed from his throat did Tsuna come to his senses. He was about to question the red eyed student about his actions but, Tsuna was interrupted.
"Good Morning!" Byakuran burst through the door. The president's lilac eyes fell on Xanxus and Tsuna. He quickly assessed that the vice president had cornered the freshman by the wall. With the positions that both of them held, it seemed as if Tsuna was being bullied. But, the more the president gazed at the pair, the more he began to notice. The redness of Tsuna's face, the slight arch in Xanxus' back, and the fresh bruise upon his tsunafish's lip. Despite knowing what had transpired between Xanxus and Tsuna, Byakuran pretended he did not. Instead, he went to Tsuna's rescue. "Xan-chan! What are you doing to Tsu-chan?!"
"Showing him whose boss." The vice president said with a smirk.
Tsuna glared at the Italian vice president as upperclassman backed off. He breathed, "Xanxus."
"Tsu-chan, are you okay? Was Xan-chan being mean to you? Did he touch you inappropriately?" The president inquired with a worried expression.
Xanxus whirled around and, although Byakuran's allegation was partially true, he still got angry. "What was that, fucking trash?!"
Byakuran opened his mouth to say some snide remark but Tsuna grabbed onto the student president's blazer, stopping him before he did. Tsuna then assured the president, "I'm fine. We were just having a friendly spat."
The student president listened to Tsuna words and accepted his excuse. "Well, okay. If Tsu-chan says so." He then looked towards Xanxus. "I forgive you, Xan-chan."
"I don't need your shitty forgiveness!" The dark haired vice president retorted.
The president smirked, wickedly. "Awww, Xan-chan is that a love confession?"
"The fuck it is!" The vice president cursed.
Before even walking through the door, Shouichi had already heard the howls of his president's and vice president's bickering. Shouichi sighed, seeing that Xanxus and Byakuran were quarrelling again. But nevertheless, he still needed to do his job of making sure the both of them were cooperative, especially since today was very special for the student council. Shouichi interjected. "Byakuran-sama, the students are assembling in the lecture hall."
Remembering the reason they have all gathered, the student president turned away from Xanxus to his secretary and exclaimed. "Perfect! I'm so excited!"
"What's going on?" Tsuna asked. He was wondering why he had been called up here while the rest of the students were congregating in the lecture hall. Tsuna wanted to sit with his friends in their first meeting, but at the same time, he was glad he was called out. Now, he would be able to know what was going on.
"Well our cultural festival is coming up soon. So we need to raise enough money to have it. We raise the money by doing small events during the first term and the beginning of the second term. Byakuran is going to be announcing the first event that we will be doing." Shouichi explained.
"Oh? What is the event about?" Tsuna questioned.
Shouichi blushed mildly, but before he could utter a word, the president interrupted him. "You'll find out during the ceremony, Tsu-chan. But, I called you here for your help." Byakuran replied.
"Help?" The brunette repeated.
The president elucidated. "Well, I'm sure you've been to those boring assemblies in middle school. I need to have the students' undivided attention. So I need Tsu-chan to be present."
Tsuna raised an eyebrow. "You want me to mascot during an announcement? Wouldn't that be distracting?"
"No, I don't want you as a mascot but as eye candy. Eye candy is usually stationary." Byakuran corrected, with a huge grin on his face.
"Byakuran-sama…" Shouichi sighed.
Tsuna frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm not doing that…"
"You have to do it, you signed the contract. Mascot or not, I have the power to use you for whatever I like…pertaining to the school, that is." Byakuran stated sternly. Tsuna was starting to think that it had been a bad idea to have signed that contract. If the president could use him for any whim he formed, then Tsuna feared that he would be pimped out by the president. But then Byakuran broke down and confessed the real reason he wanted Tsuna's presence. "Plus, Otachan, Kyo-chan and Same-chan will not be present. I don't want to look bad."
"Same-chan?" Tsuna didn't recognize the name.
"Squalo-san." Shouichi informed the brunette.
Byakuran looked over to his vice president, who had been sulking ever since the president showed up and inquired. "Xan-chan, why is it that your right hand man is not coming?"
"He's taking a nap. A very deep nap." The vice president said darkly.
"In other words, you killed him, didn't you?" Byakuran teased.
Xanxus shrugged his shoulders. He couldn't give two fucks about that sword idiot. "Heh…I wish that piece of shit would drop dead already."
What kind of person do I want to befriend? Tsuna thought to himself, and then he looked back to the student president. Sighing, he gave in to the president's request. "Fine. Will I be wearing my school uniform for this?"
"Sadly…yes." Byakuran sighed and with an air of discontentment.
Why do you sound so disappointed?! Tsuna thought to himself as he looked at the student president incredulously.
"Come on, let's get this shit over with." Xanxus grumbled, ready to walk through the door.
Byakuran just couldn't hold back. "Can't wait to get back to your cloud of depression, Xan-chan?"
Seething with rage, the scarred Italian turned to the impish existence and threatened, "I'm going to fucking kill you!"
"Shou-chan! Xan-chan is threatening my life!" The student president shrieked as he hid behind the red haired secretary, dodging the vice president's death glare.
"With good reason, Byakuran-sama." Shouichi said as he rubbed his temples. It was going to be a long trip to the lecture hall. A longer trip than it had to be. With the president and vice president going at it, it would take ages to get from point A to point B, even if the destination was in the same building. "Now, can we start heading downstairs?"
The lecture hall was very similar to a small theater, or even a small college lecture room. In front of all the aligned seats was a small stage with a podium in the middle of it and several chairs behind the podium. On both sides of the stage was a pair of steps leading up to it. Plastered on the walls of the lecture hall were large flags holding the school emblem, and in the back of the lecture hall hung portraits of outstanding alumni who had donated to the school. The lecture room was one of the oldest rooms of the school, and from its archaic-like structure, it was proof that it was one of the first things built. Rumor had it that the lecture room had been used as a classroom, where the founder himself would teach. Other than that, the lecture room had been primarily used for school meetings after the founder's death.
Thanks to the disciplinary committee, the filing into the lecture hall was done very orderly. The officers made sure the students entered and seated themselves, obediently. There were no outbursts, no whispers, or any noise that could disrupt this decorous conduct. As the students quietly found their seating and patiently waited for the ceremony to begin, the disciplinary committee members stationed themselves at every exit or the center of every few aisles. On the roof, right above the lecture building, Hibari laid under the blue sky. Because the other did not like crowding, he decided to take his place on the roof. In this position, he could still hear the proceedings of the meeting and also make sure that he caught up on his sleep. Too many herbivores in one room didn't interest him, and he was also dispassionate about whatever the student council had to say. It didn't involve him. His main concern was upholding the order within the school.
Tsuna and the student council entered through one of the side doors. The brunette eyed the seated group of students and began to feel nervous. Although he would not be the one speaking to them, he did feel anxious about sitting in front of them. He waited behind the student council, making sure he didn't make a fool of himself as he stepped on to the stage.
Shouichi pushed his glasses up his nose and asked the student president. "Now, Byakuran-sama…do you remember your speech?"
The student president's eyes widened in shock. "Speech?! I was supposed to have a speech?!"
"Byakuran-sama!" The red haired secretary screamed, ready to rip his hair from his scalp.
"Don't worry, Shou-chan. I didn't forget." Byakuran replied coolly. He had only pulled Shouichi's leg, since his secretary was so uptight. He then pointed to his head. "It's right here."
Shouichi sighed heavily. "Thank the heavens."
"Shou-chan, you're going to have gray hair if you worry so much." The student president smiled mischievously at his secretary. He felt that Shouichi needed to lighten up sometimes. After dealing with him so long, Byakuran felt that his secretary should have been used to his antics by now. But he guessed old habits die hard.
"I wonder why…" Shouichi replied bitterly. He wished the president would take things more seriously and spare him the heart attack.
Byakuran looked to the patient crowd of students. "Well, I guess we should get started."
"Good luck." The brunette wished.
The white haired upperclassmen turned to Tsuna. "Thank you, Tsu-chan."
Opposite of Tsuna, Xanxus wished for the president's failure. "Break a leg…literally."
The student president smirked. "I love you too, Xan-chan."
Byakuran quickly walked up to the podium before Xanxus could pound his face. Tsuna and the others took their respective seats behind the student president. His lilac eyes gazed the student body of Namimori and, although he was speaking to a large group of people, the white haired upperclassmen didn't break a sweat. With the grace and charisma of an excellent public speaker, Byakuran greeted his fellow classmates. "Hello, Namimori Students! I was gone for a whole entire week. Did you miss me?"
"Best. Week. Ever." Xanxus said under his breath.
Xanxus…Shouichi and Tsuna both gave the vice president a sidelong glance before turning back to Byakuran.
The crowd gave Byakuran a very satisfying response. He had indeed been missed, but of course, the president wasn't able to stir all of the students. The president wasn't bothered by this; he knew he was a hated figure amongst his student body. Well, amongst the upperclassmen, anyway. There was still much suspicion about his involvement in last year's failed coup d'état against the principal, but Byakuran had already put that behind him.
He then continued after the cheers and jeers had died down. "But while I was gone I found myself upon a wondrous haven. This place that I inhabited was unlike any other place I've experienced. Surprisingly, it was in the middle of Tokyo and I would have never expected to find such a paradise in the metropolitan area. The atmosphere, the etiquette and the charm was just too much for one person to take. So I also wanted my peers to experience this delight as well. So it was decided by the student council that Namimori's first event of this year will be a maid cafe."
Finally…something normal…Tsuna let out this big breath that he held in. He suspected that the president would do some crazy event, where he would have to be a mascot for it. He was so relieved that the café would not involve him whatsoever. From the sound of it, the students were also very keen on the idea as well.
"Settle down… I haven't gotten to the best part yet!" The student president spoke through the student's eager discussion of the upcoming event. "The café will have maids but the main attraction is really special. The head maid will be wearing a special outfit voted on by the students of Namimori, and the theme of the café will correspond to the outfit you choose. The other maids will be selected from our neighboring school, the girls from Saxifrage Academia, and their outfits will also correspond to the head maid and theme of the café. Also, there will be a contest going on during the day of the event. Whoever manages to shell out the most money to the café will get a prize. The prize wouldn't be announced until the day of the event but I promise that it will be something good and worth your interest."
Once again, the students broke into discussion about the head maid and the other things that the president had mentioned. Byakuran couldn't keep the grin off his face. He was getting to his favorite part of the announcement, and Byakuran thought he would burst from excitement if he didn't announce it. "So, who is this head maid, you ask? Well, of course it would be our very own Sawada Tsunayoshi. Who else will fulfill the role better than him?"
Tsuna's jaw dropped at this new development. Originally the freshman had thought that he would not be exploited by Byakuran; that moment was when he was yanked back by the other's ball and chain. Why god? Why?
"Sorry, Sawada-san." Shouichi smiled sympathetically. He knew they shouldn't be using Tsuna like this, but the brunette's presence did make everything a lot easier. He had to admit, Tsuna was a good resource for them.
Tsuna looked to Shouichi in awe. He never thought that Shouichi, of all people, would agree to this. You knew, Irie-san! Why didn't you warn me?!
Xanxus, who had been mostly silent throughout the announcement, finally spoke his peace. "Heh, this shit confirms it."
The brunette turned to Xanxus and asked curiously, "Confirms what?"
The Italian smirked. "That your pansy ass doesn't have a dick!"
"What?!" Exclaimed Tsuna. He was baffled by the vice president's statement, especially since the Italian had groped it earlier.
"Grow one…with that pair of balls you grew today." Xanxus turned to Tsuna. The vice president's face was very serious,and the look alone made Tsuna sit up in his seat obediently. "Or forget about befriending me."
"Xanxus?" Tsuna said in disbelief. Did he hear him correctly? There was actually a possibility of being friends with Xanxus? He watched as the vice president got up from his seat without another word. The brunette was left in confusion as the scarred Italian walked off the stage. After the shock had receded, he realized he had gotten a little closer in becoming Xanxus's friend, and he would have leaped for joy, if he had not just publically humiliated by Byakuran.
Not too far from the stage stood three figures. One of the figures was a bit shorter than the others. Their dark eyes looked intently at the stage, their eyes ablaze with determination. One with dark blue hair was more focused on the crowd and the disciplinary officers, and the last figure with one hand on their hip was looking nonchalantly at their finger nails.
The figure with dark brown eyes and hair lifted their hands upward, grasping at the air in front of them. The individual then expressed, "Tsuna-san is so close. Haru wants to touch him."
The cautious one turned to dark haired person. "Calm down… you'll blow our cover."
The figure assured the other. "Don't worry, Haru's disguises are state of the art. We actually look like boys."
The blue haired person shrugged their shoulders but admitted that the other had done a good job. "That's true…you actually did a good job. Usually your costumes are a little out there. I thought you would have us dressed up as pieces of the wall or something."
"Hahi! What is that suppose to mean, Lal mirch?" Haru questioned the taller girl.
"Shhh!" The figure with pink hair and manicured fingers hushed them.
"Sorry…" Haru apologized to one with the pinkish hair. Then her eyes turned back to the stage to see Tsuna and the rest of the student council walking off. "Oh no, Tsuna-san is leaving! Once more, the maiden's heart goes doki doki. Unrequited love is truly a girl's poison."
"Doesn't look like you guys can take pictures of him, now?" Lal Mirch observed. With this crowd and how far they were from the stage, it would be too dangerous for the two.
"That's true but now we're presented with a chance to meet Tsuna-san. We've got to be the maids chosen to do the maid cafe!" Haru was already rearing to go; she was willing to do anything to speak to Tsuna.
"Count me out…" Lal Mirch said. She wanted no part in Haru's plan.
The pink haired girl teased. "What's wrong? So used to beating guys up that you've forgotten how to woo them?"
"What was that?! You shouldn't be talking. With your bad cooking, I don't see anyone lining up to date you either." The blue haired girl countered.
"Well, I have a boyfriend…." Bianchi proudly replied.
However, Lal mirch was not convinced. She knew about the "boyfriend", she was speaking of. "Yeah, a cradle-robber and a playboy!"
The poison cooker turned up her nose and retorted, "Well, at least I don't have the hots for a sweaty gym teacher! How gross!"
Lal Mirch moved to strike Bianchi but Haru came in between the both of them.
"Hahi! Calm down you two…they're on to us." The smallest of the trio tried to calm her friends down but Haru expected that the two of them would not cooperate well. The truth was Lal Mirch and Bianchi never really got along. Mostly, because the two differed in opinions. Bianchi believed that love was the most important thing, but Lal Mirch believed that survival was more significant and even more practical.
As the two girls continue to argue, several officers from the Disciplinary noticed their outburst. Not only were they acting in misconduct but they also looked suspicions. One of the officers came towards the group of girls and confronted them. "You three!"
"Shit!" The blue haired girl cursed, thinking they had been discovered.
"Hahi!" Haru screamed.
"Quiet down or be dis-" The disciplinary officer began to reprimand the girls before a plate of poison cooking was smashed into his face. The officer went down and showed no signs of getting back up. The surrounding students, who had saw everything decided to run away and the remaining disciplinary officers decided to take action.
"Run!" Lal Mirch shouted as she took the lead, leading the two girls disguised as boys out of harm's way.
After the announcement, Tsuna left the stage and headed back up stairs to the Student Council room. The petite freshman hoped that student president had gone there; otherwise, it would be a hassle to get in touch with him. He needed to talk to Byakuran and try to get out of this crazy event that he had enlisted him to. Tsuna didn't want to do it. Although, he had fun being the mascot for the school, going as far as a maid was too much. Xanxus had said it himself, the brunette's masculinity was on the line and this event was going to diminish what was left of his maleness. The brunette approached the student council and knocked before opening the door.
"Byakuran-san?" Tsuna whispered from the half ajar door. The tawny eyes of the protagonist then spotted the student president on one of the couches of the lounge. The white haired student council member was currently enjoying some marshmallows until he heard Tsuna enter.
The president slowly turned to the approaching brunette. "Oh, Tsu-chan. What brings you here?"
Tsuna walked up to the other. "I wanted to speak with you. Are you busy?"
"Busy? You actually think I do work, Tsu-chan. You have a lot of faith in me." The student president replied.
At least, pretend! Tsuna mentally scolded the student president.
Byakuran beckoned the brunette to sit with him and also offered the freshman some of his favorite snack. "Take a seat, have a marshmallow. I'm willing to share with you, Tsu-chan."
Tsuna timidly took a seat next to the student president but declined indulging in the white haired upperclassman's snack. "No, thank you."
The president merrily continued to consume the fluffy goodness. Marshmallows, no, sugar period was truly a godsend to the president. "So? What did you want to speak to me about?"
"Byakuran-san...I really don't think I could do the maid cafe?" The freshman confessed.
Byakuran gazed at the brunette. "Oh? Why not?"
Well…off the top of my head... Tsuna began with the dimensions of his mind. "Because I'm clumsy, I don't know how to take orders and I'm afraid of what they would choose for me to wear."
The white haired president chuckled at Tsuna's reasoning. Tsuna was just so cute. But, Byakuran had a lot of faith in the brunette. So, it was easy for the president to dismantle any of the other's misgivings. "Oh Tsu-chan, you're being silly. Even if you did do something clumsy, everyone would ultimately forgive you for being such a darling. And if you do forget their orders or mix them up, they'll be too in love with the fact that their breathing the same air as you to care. And as for that last bit about your chosen costume...well I hope they vote for the Catboy one. Tsu-chan would look so fierce."
Tsuna frowned, feeling defeated. "For some reason...I figured you'd say all of that."
The spiky haired student president defended himself. "Well, this was my idea, and it's for a good cause. Instead of doing something boring like a bake sale, this would actually get the students involved. And it's totally voluntary...well for the students, not you."
Even though, Byakuran thinks of these crazy ideas, he's really thinking about the students. Tsuna reasoned. Even though, he was signed up for this involuntarily, the freshman felt that his services weren't exploiting him and it was for a good cause. He then surrendered. "Well okay. I'll do it for the students."
"Yay!" Byakuran exclaimed excitedly, dropping his bag of marshmallows during his fit of exhilaration. He grasped onto Tsuna's small hands. "Don't worry, Tsu-chan. You'll be sensational. I truly mean this."
Tsuna smiled, nervously. He just hoped he wouldn't mess up. "I'm happy that I have your support."
Although, Byakuran was very happy that Tsuna agreed to participate, it wouldn't have mattered anyway. The student president was going to make his mascot do it, no matter what, but at least things would run much smoother this way. He then released Tsuna's hands and picked up the marshmallow bag. He then slowly took a marshmallow out of the bag. However, the president hesitated in consuming it. His lilac gaze looked over to the brunette and he managed to catch a slip in Tsuna's nearly flawless "everything is alright" front. However, the brunette must have also noticed and began to build up the wall once more. Byakuran pretended not to see it and turned back to his sugary snack. For a while, he played with the fluffy, white treat contemplating whether or not he should divulge his question. After much internal debate, the student president questioned. "Has anything been bothering you, Tsu-chan?"
"Ah." Tsuna responded a bit surprised by the president's inquiry. He then shook his head. "It's really nothing."
Byakuran observed the freshman. As Tsuna answered Byakuran, the brunette could not look at him in the eye and when he did attempt to hold eye contact, it was almost as if Tsuna was dodging his gaze. "You're lying. I can see it in your eyes that there has been something bothering you."
Tsuna hadn't realized that his emotions were on his sleeves, but he had to consider the possibility that the president could read people pretty well. He said softly. "Byakuran-san."
"Come on, Tsu-chan. You can tell me. It's not good to keep things bottled up inside." The student president pressed.
Tsuna sighed heavily, his tawny eyes trained on the hands in his lap. For moments, he mulled over whether he should confide in Byakuran or not. A part of him felt that the president was too much of a mystery to trust in but, the other side was at its wit's end, Tsuna needed to express his problems with someone. The yearning to talk to someone, overthrew his common sense. He needed advice, a point to the right direction, something to keep him sane. So, Tsuna told Byakuran everything. From the first night, he had arrived at the school to his exchange with Xanxus, earlier that day. Nothing was held back, everything was no longer a secret.
Tsuna finished. "I'm confused….no…more like...I'm frightened. I desperately don't want to lose my friends but at the same time…is it really fair to ignore their actions towards me?"
Throughout it all, the president had maintained a perfect mask of blithe but inside, his blood was boiling. The white haired student president was overcome with jealousy and protectiveness. But, Byakuran was careful not to convey these feelings to the brunette. He wanted to ensure that the brunette could confide in him, if he lost Tsuna's trust, then the freshman would never confide in him again. For now, Byakuran had to conceal his own feelings.
"Well, Tsu-chan, don't you think that they are also scared?" The student president questioned Tsuna. He watched as the brunette's reaction to his statement. From what he perceived, Tsuna had not thought of it that way. Byakuran then added. "They are also putting their friendship with you on the line. Like you, they don't want to be hated by you because of their actions. And I'm sure they are equally afraid of returning to that life without you."
"But, I don't know what the right decision is?" The brunette asked.
Byakuran poked Tsuna's forehead. "You're thinking too much with your head, Tsu-chan."
"Byakuran-san…" Tsuna said as he rubbed the place where the white haired upperclassmen had jabbed him.
The student president smiled very fondly at Tsuna and reassured him. "If Tsu-chan listens to his heart then everything will be alright and you won't live in regret. Everything will be simplified."
"My heart?" The freshman repeated and, although he believed there was some truth in Byakuran's words, he was still in doubt. "But..."
"Tsu-chan is a person with a heart of gold, and of course, such a heart will never steer you in the wrong direction." The president insisted, but he saw that Tsuna was still not convinced. Byakuran began to ponder how he could persuade Tsuna to heed his advice. Clouded by his suppressed feelings, the white haired president proposed an idea. He pinned the brunette down onto the couch, grabbing a hold of the smaller boy's wrists and lifting them above Tsuna's head. As Byakuran straddled the brunette's waist, he explained his actions. "We'll test it now."
Tsuna looked up at the student president and began to struggle against him. What did he mean by testing it out?! "Byakuran-san...what are you doing?!"
( Byakuran asked. "Tsu-chan, its chapter fourteen. Do you even have to ask anymore?"
"You're right." The freshman admitted. )
Byakuran leered at the brunette. "In this situation, Tsu-chan, what does your heart tell you to do?"
The white haired president leaned down and slightly kissed the brunette's pursed lips. Tsuna tensed under the sensual caress but, the sweetness on Byakuran's lips coaxed him to relax. Byakuran deepened his kiss, meshing their mouths with one another. Although, the president's kiss was domineering, it was also patient and persuasive, he had no need to push Tsuna into kissing him, the brunette was slowly doing so on own accord.
The brunette crumbled underneath the president's will. Unlike those who had kissed Tsuna, the brunette had detached himself. Allowing them to carry out their desire, but never taking part in it himself. If he didn't take part, then it was almost as if it never happened or was apathetic to it. Unconsciously, Tsuna had guarded himself in this way, so that he didn't tread on thin line between friendship and beyond. However, in an instant that self-control he had built up was being withered away by Byakuran. Yet, still Tsuna had to ask himself a question.
What is my heart telling me to do…? Tsuna sincerely asked himself.
At first, Tsuna pressed timidly against Byakuran's lips, still unsure that what he was doing was correct. Yet, something inside Tsuna gestured him to continue. The tantalizing sensation he felt when their mouths met drove the brunette's actions. This yearning pushed the brunette into deepening the kiss. Their mouths meshed together, rushed and hot. Although, the president restrained the brunette, Tsuna was still able to kiss Byakuran with little effort. The president took the lead but the freshman was not far behind him, experiencing, touching, and indulging the older student. The brunette allowed the white haired upperclassman admittance and the president sweetened tongue danced with Tsuna's. The brunette boldly met with the other's sugared tongue; he stroked the hot and wet organ with his oral appendage. The freshman quivered as the president's tongue slid against his own. The sugared taste of the marshmallows that the president had consumed was on the root of his tongue, making the interaction even more inviting. Not only was the kiss enticing, but succulent.
Suddenly, Tsuna's arms were released and his hands were left to roam. One hand had positioned itself on the president's chest and the other was embedded in Byakuran's white spiky hair, which was incredibly soft to touch. The hold that the brunette had on the president only intensified the kiss they shared. This way, Tsuna could ensure that the president remained close, so that he could indulge more. Either way, Byakuran had no complaints. He was very delighted by Tsuna's vigor and if the brunette wanted him so badly, the brunette could take as much of him as the freshman wished. In this regard, however, the president was willing to take as much as Tsuna as he could as well. The upperclassmen's hands had disappeared underneath the smaller boy's shirt. Tsuna paused as he felt the white haired student's warm hands brushing against his skin. The brunette's heart ran a beat faster, the president's fingers danced along his abdomen. He could already feel himself blushing from the closeness of the touch.
Abruptly, the freshman moaned, when one of the president's fingers brushed against his nipple. It was so strange for Tsuna; it felt as if a surge of warmness had gathered inside him. His body began to tingle from the accidental caress and it was sending him through loops. Interested and also intrigued, Byakuran lightly caressed the bud of flesh again; earning delicious round of mewls from the petite boy. Embarrassed by the sounds he was emitting and scared by another rush of warmth, Tsuna grabbed onto the front of Byakuran's shirt and buried his face into it.
"Do you want me to stop, Tsu-chan?" Byakuran whispered. There was a pause and then the brunette nodded his head. Though, the president removed his hands from underneath Tsuna's shirt, the protagonist was still too embarrassed to uncover his face. The president's ministrations felt good, but he hated how he responded to him. Those sounds he would make were too new to him. Kissing, he had forcefully gotten used to, but the caresses were a different story. He just wasn't comfortable yet and he was happy that the president obeyed his wishes without question. Tsuna looked up at the president, his face still flushed from their intimacy. "Thank you." He said quietly.
"I guess I got a little carried away." The president apologized with a sympathetic smile.
Even if the student president got carried away, he was still able to gauge how far he wanted the other to go. It would have felt wrong if Byakuran had gone further, and he guessed the upperclassmen's idea did benefit him. However, the brunette was still perplexed on why the student president had chosen this method. Had Byakuran also fallen under his spell, or had he come under the influence of whatever force that caused the males in this school to maul him? "Byakuran-san, why did you-?"
"Well, everyone else has kissed, Tsu-chan and I don't like being left out." The president whined childishly. He stopped his whining and then confessed candidly. "To be honest, I won't mind doing unspeakable things to Tsu-chan, either."
Why am I alone with this pervert?! Tsuna thought to himself as he swallowed the urge to run away. "But is this really the right way?" The brunette questioned.
The president gingerly cupped the brunette's cheek. "My sense of right is different from yours. You're the only one who could figure that out."
"Byakuran-sama!" Shouichi burst through the door. For a moment, he stood in the doorframe gasping from breath. The red haired secretary then realized Byakuran's and Tsuna's closeness. He hesitated to speak, feeling the awkwardness of the situation.
Byakuran turned to the disheveled secretary, and was very impressed by his secretary's tracking skills. "Shou-chan…you always manage to find me."
"Stop running away from your duties!" Shouichi yelled at the president. "The principal wants to speak with you."
The student president sighed heavily. "Is it really that important? I was having a nice conversation with Tsu-chan."
Don't use me as an excuse! The protagonist frowned at Byakuran.
"Of course it's important! It's your job!" Shouichi frowned at the white haired boy; whenever it came to meeting with the principal, Byakuran would always find some way out of it. But nonetheless, Byakuran was the student president and Shouichi had to make sure Byakuran fulfilled all his duties.
The brunette also nudged Byakuran to meet with the principal. "You should go."
"Well, if Tsu-chan insists." The white haired upperclassmen stood up, ready to accept his responsibility. Byakuran followed Shouichi out of the room.
"Ah, Byakuran-san!" The brunette called after Byakuran, following the president and secretary out of the student council room. He looked to Byakuran. "Thank you very much."
The white haired upperclassman walked up to the small boy, leaning towards him to kiss the brunette's forehead. He then drew back and beamed at the freshman's blush. "No problem, Tsu-chan. If you need help don't hesitate to ask me."
The petite freshman nodded. "Okay."
"Ciao." Byakuran replied as he followed after Shouichi down the hall. Tsuna waited for his rapidly beating heart to still, before he went his own way.
The brunette continued to reflect on the president's advice and he was trying to figure out a way to respond to the feelings of his friends, without renouncing his own ambiguous sentiments. Tsuna was on his way back to his room, when he noticed a tall boy walking up the hall. Tsuna's eyes fell on the baseball fanatic. "Yamamoto?"
Yamamoto looked to Tsuna, when his name was called. The other's charismatic smile made its appearance upon seeing the petite brunette. "Tsuna, what's up?"
"Are you all better now?" Tsuna asked, surprised to see his friend out of the infirmary so soon.
The baseball fanatic nodded. "Yep. I feel good as new."
"I'm relieved." Tsuna smiled. Now, all his friends were fine. Then, the brunette's pleased attitude was transformed into a more solemn mood. Yamamoto wasn't just his friend, right? Didn't the other wanted more than that? The freshman decided that this would be a good time to apply Byakuran's advice. He had to be brave, just how his friends had been. "Ah, Yamamoto. I was thinking that maybe we could go on a date sometime."
Yamamoto took in Tsuna's words but he couldn't believe his ears. He began to wonder if the painkillers he had taken were making him hallucinate. After realizing that he was not under the influence of any drug, he decided to question his friend. "A date?"
Tsuna noticed the baseball fanatic's hesitation and began, "Well, if you don't want to…"
"Not at all. I would really like that." The taller boy chimed in before the brunette could reconsider. However, he wondered what the reason behind Tsuna's recent boldness was. Just yesterday, the brunette was oblivious to his feelings and now, he asking him out. Something was up. "But, is this because of…the kiss? I don't want to push you into anything you don't want to do."
In all honesty, Tsuna had to admit that it was the kiss. If it wasn't for that he would have never noticed. But, what really pushed him to his final decision was his sense of fairness. Tsuna explained. "I don't know how I feel about you, Yamamoto. But, I do want to give you a chance. Perhaps, if we went on dates I could get to know you better and from there, I could figure out my feelings for you. I want to do this."
Although, Yamamoto was very happy to hear this, a nagging question ate at him. "So, will you be dating other people?"
"Y-yes…is that a problem?" Tsuna began to panic.
The taller boy comforted Tsuna by running his hand through the brunette's wild hair. He then shrugged. "Not for me…I like a little competition. But the others may not like it."
Gokudera and Hibari-san especially. Tsuna agreed grimly.
The dark haired freshman couldn't help but laugh at Tsuna's facial expressions. It was clear that the brunette had an idea, how his other suitors would respond to this. "I'm sure it'll be fine, though. I really am looking forward to it. When would you like to go?"
Tsuna thought about this for a moment and then answered. "I guess during the week."
"Thought so. Perhaps we should cut class." The baseball fanatic proposed as he thought hard about when they should go.
The brunette's eyes widened upon hearing this. "Cut class?!"
Yamamoto couldn't help but laugh at Tsuna's reaction to his suggestion but, he was serious. "That way we don't alert the others of our date. Any other time will be difficult."
"I see your point, but cutting class…that's really extreme." Tsuna replied, realizing that he had been spending a lot of time with Ryohei.
Yamamoto placed both of his hands on Tsuna's small shoulders and he sincerely looked at the smaller boy. "Don't worry, Tsuna. I promise we wouldn't get caught."
The brunette looked into the other's eyes and saw that he was very confident and honest in what he was promising. Plus, Yamamoto had always given off the vibe of a very trustworthy person. He had no doubt that the baseball fanatic could safely execute this, but Tsuna's apprehensive side still perceived the situation as very risky. But, in the end, the brunette gave in to Yamamoto's charming smile. "Well, okay." He said so softly that only Yamamoto could hear it.
"Alright. We should go on Wednesday, before P.E. class. Meet me at the baseball field and change into regular clothes." He instructed.
Although, Tsuna felt cutting class was an awful offense, he was secretly getting excited. He had never cut class before, and by Yamamoto's instructions, it sounded fun. Plus, he never liked P.E., anyway. "Okay, got it." The brunette smiled.
"It'll be fun. Don't worry about anything, Tsuna." The tall freshman promised. Yamamoto leaned into the smaller boy and gently kissed Tsuna's cheek. The baseball player smirked as he felt the blood rush to his cheek, making his face heat up. The tall boy then pulled away. He then turned and began walking. "See ya later, Tsuna."
Tsuna had turned bright red from the small peck that Yamamoto gave him. He then quickly replied back. "B-bye, Yamamoto."
Yamamoto turned towards him and gave Tsuna his million dollar smile. He then continued on his way. If he had stayed by the cute brunette any longer, he was positive that he wouldn't be satisfied with just a peck on the cheek. As soon as Yamamoto disappeared from his sight, Tsuna began to walk as well. His steps were slow as he tried his best to cool down. He didn't want anyone else seeing him so flushed, it was embarrassing but, secretly the brunette longed for another. However, the more he thought of Yamamoto's kiss, the harder it was for the blush to disappear.
Suddenly, Tsuna was startled by a weird sound. The sound was very high-pitched but it wasn't harmful on the ears. The brunette looked around the hallways for the source of the sound and saw a tiny yellow bird perched on one of the lampposts that illuminated the hallway. The small bird was singing a song that Tsuna was not familiar with it but nevertheless, the tiny creature still had an extraordinary melody. The brunette went up to pet the bird, but as soon as Tsuna came with arms reach, the creature flew away down the hall and perched onto something else.
"Do you really think you and that herbivore could slip pass the disciplinary committee?" A voice called from down the hall.
Tsuna stopped cold at the sound of the voice. Oh no. Without even looking, he knew who it was and the freshman was hoping that he wouldn't have to deal with this person until later. And without even a glance, the brunette knew that this person was burning a hole through his body with his gaze alone. The murderous intent was so suffocating that he felt that he would either faint from fear or choke on it. Reluctantly, Tsuna looked at the end of the hall to see a seething Hibari approaching him. The other's blue eyes and presence screamed murder. Why did he have to find out?
"I'll make sure you two don't set foot outside this campus." Hibari said lowly as he walked toward the petite freshman.
Tsuna watched as Hibari came closer to him and although, he knew it was a bad idea to stand there, the protagonist couldn't budge. Fearing the consequences of further angering the disciplinarian made the brunette's feet stick to the floor. He was like a deer in headlights, unable to leap out of harm's way. Yet, Tsuna felt that perhaps it was better this way. By playing the martyr, Hibari would concentrate his murderous intent on him instead of, Yamamoto or anyone else.
"You're my prey." The dark haired upperclassmen stated coldly as he stopped in front of Tsuna. The brunette jumped as he saw a glimmer of silver. The prefect had taken out one of his tonfas for emphasis. Hibari wasn't planning to hit Tsuna, but he wanted to make sure that his prey understood him. He then threatened, "You are not allowed to crowd with those herbivores. And if I do catch you with them, I'll bite them all to death."
"Hibari-san…" The brunette whispered to the prefect.
Chapter end
Doki doki – Japanese sound for heartbeat
The dialogue in the brackets ( ) – I couldn't help myself. I was thinking this as I was writing Byakuran's scene. But I placed it in brackets, so that I didn't disrupt the flow, but it needed to be there since the dialogue lightened up the serious mood.
Author's note:
I'm doing a poll for Tsuna's outfit for the maid café. The poll is located on my profile. So, be sure to vote. The choices are Bondage Catboy, Chinese Courtesan, Demon Butler, Angelic Lolita, Shota Prince and Victorian Brat. Random and other are also choices in the poll. If random receives the most votes, then I will select an outfit by random. In the case of other, if none of the choices please you and you have an even better suggestion, please PM or write it in a review. The poll will close when chapter seventeen is released, so that should be ample time for everyone to vote.
As for this chapter, I hope everyone liked it. I think I put a lot in one chapter, but I feel it's still enjoyable. Please show your love for my work my reviewing. It gives me power! And if you have any suggestion please, feel free to express them….as long as good intentions are behind them. Thank you Mithras151 for checking this chapter!!!