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Warning: Sadistic!Hungry!Tsuna and Scared!Guardians as well as mentions of blood and fates worse than death. Because Tsuna doesn't kill. He might maim, but he doesn't kill.
Chapter 24: Special Chapter: Breakfast Deprived Boss, or, Why Tsuna is to have a Full Meal before Seeing People
Hibari was in charge of breakfast again that day. Why they decided that each guardian should have a day to prepare breakfast no-one was really sure, but that was what they did and it was Hibari's day. The cold prefect baked rice crackers and brewed tradition green tea and set out small plates of crackers with equally small cups of green tea for the rest of the Guardians and their boss. No-one else was allowed in the kitchen until nine and by then everyone had somewhere else to be, so no-one was cooking their own breakfast, no matter how much they whined. That was, until that day. The day after Lambo went crazy on youtube and had an emotional meltdown. Everyone was grinning and bearing the inadequacy, but Tsuna wasn't sure how much longer he could last. Then the unthinkable happened. Enemy mafiosi attacked. And dashed what little breakfast Hibari was allowing the brunette boss to have to the ground. Bangs shadowed hard chocolate colored eyes. "You. Killed. My. Breakfast," Tsuna hissed. Those at the table froze. They'd heard that voice only once before. Tsuna had used that voice right before he burned Byakuran to ash. They backed up, slowly. Sadly, the enemy mafiosi didn't catch the promise of a fate worse than death in the young Don's voice and advanced. Their leader was even so foolish as to taunt the quivering boss.
"Well well, what do we have here? A man who listens to his stomach before his senses? I call that a dead man, Vongola." Tsuna's amber eyes flashed up to met him, the fire on his forehead deceptively bright. He wasn't hot with rage. No, he was frozen and no-one was going to escape his ire. He began to speak softly and quietly, but with such venom and cold steel that he sounded more deadly than when he spoke before.
"And that is what you have over looked, fool." Takeshi was feeling for the door knob, cold sweat beading on his forehead. "I am Vongola and you have interrupted the, quite frankly, substandard breakfast my Cloud Guardian prepared. Not only that, but you ruined the food he made for us. I'm tired, I'm hungry, I have about five mountains of paperwork to finish, and I have a meeting at one fifteen on the other side of the country, meaning I won't get lunch until after the meeting. Food is important. It gives one energy. I burn energy like an industrial furnace burns flash paper and I had a very long night last night. So I will give you one. Last. Chance to walk away. Stay and fight... and wake up without a limb or two... if you even wake up." By now, all the Guardians were out in the hall. Yes, even Mukuro and Hibari. Mukuro's 'danger' meter was in the red while Hibari's 'carnivore senses' were in overdrive. It only took five seconds for a brash shout to ring out, followed by a crash and a heavy sigh, which sounded like Tsuna was right in front of the door. However, it was fifteen minutes before the screams, crashes, and explosions stopped. The door creaked open ominously and the Guardians filtered in. The walls didn't have a scratch, the table was intact, as were the windows, but the floor was covered in blood, moaning mafiosi, sobbing hit men, the odd gun or shoe, and far too many bullets. Tsuna was at the counter, cheerfully putting cold ham and eggs on a muffin, suspicious red streaks on his face and hands, though the rest of him was immaculate. "Hello boys! Fancy a breakfast muffin? I think there's enough ham, and I could cook up some fresh eggs for you," the brunette chirped, seemingly unaware of the gore around him, as well as the pale faces of his Guardians. When he didn't get a response, Tsuna just shrugged, took his green tea and muffin, and walked out the door before heading toward his office whistling a cheerful tune.
"Boss gets a full breakfast everyday," Chrome said, gripping her trident tightly. The others nodded while Hibari simply vanished into his own compound. He never came to Vongola Breakfast again, not unless Tsuna sent for him, and every familia declared the Vongola off limits until after mealtimes. All mealtimes. If he was that viscous before breakfast, who knew what he'd be like before lunch, or dinner! It was just safer not to enter the Vongola Mansion until it was certain that the young boss had eaten.
A/N: So... I hinted that a Tsuna without a proper breakfast wasn't something anyone wanted to witness back in chapter seven or eight... or was it six? And twenty! Wow, that's quite a few hints. I don't really care. Point is, I've had people asking, 'What does a breakfast deprived Tsuna look like?' and saying, 'I'd like to see that.' So, I have obliged and written this special chapter to answer that curiosity. I'm aware that there may be better renditions, better theories, or even stories where it is the coffee being killed that gets him and that my poor little blurb pales in comparison to many. But, now I've written one way it can go, that fits with this story, and the wondering is over... for this story anyway. If I ever run out of videos or just decide I won't be doing this anymore, I'll have a 'Tsuna snaps' chapter. But, I guess I've already had one of those, haven't I? Well, I've rambled enough for an Author's Note, so let me wind up with this: If you want another special, such as Christmas or 'what happens when...,' let me know what you want to see and I'll see about fitting it in somewhere. In the meantime, I have quite a few lined up, so you'll have to wait. I'm sorry, but there's a limit on how much I can do at one time. You can blame physics for that one. Okay, now, leave your review and be mindful of how long it might take me to write up your suggestions. Have a nice day!