Note: and here we have a variety of AUs featured :D I saw that I'm going to hit #69 in this chapter and had to do something… special ;3

Also, blame the barista thing on P5 :D

Warnings: Blushing Enma (You Know What That Means :3), The Broad, Blood, Knifeplay (Is It Of The Sexy Kind? Read To Find Out).

Disclaimer: Don't own KHR.

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#67| Chain

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The chains rattled and Enma stilled in place, one of his hands grabbing a hold of Tsuna's shoulder while the other covered Tsuna's mouth; Tsuna himself had returned the favor for him.

The two kids made sure to stay quiet as the Vindice guard passed by their hiding spot without paying them attention.

The carefully made sure not to sigh in relief until long after the guard was gone, and even then, they kept the sound muffled under their hands.

A few minutes later, when they knew for sure that the guard wouldn't be passing their position again, they crept out of it and continued on their way for their escape.

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#68| Barista

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"I think this is going to be my favorite café from now on," Tsuna said, his chin resting in his hands as he his eyes trailed appreciatively over the barista's broad shoulders.

"Oh?" The barista looked surprised before he ducked his head, a blush creeping up his neck, a shade of red that rivaled the barista's hair, "That's good to hear! I mean, a new regular and all…" The barista trailed off and cleared his throat.

Tsuna sent him a sly wink as he raised his cup of coffee to take a sip, and the barista's blush darkened.

Good coffee and a cute barista, it was a win-win.

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#69| (Booty) Call

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"Does this mean I've become your booty call for the particularly kinky things?" Tsuna sighed morosely as he fiddled with the hem of his over-sized sweater with the hand unoccupied with a bloody knife, "At least no blood stained my sweater? You should tell me next time you wanted to experiment with knifeplay, so I'd get prepared accordingly."

"It was a spur of the moment decision," Enma assured him, "And I thought booty calls were about sex?"

Tsuna blinked at Enma before he turned to look between the bloodied knife in his hand and the corpses under his feet before he looked at the knife he'd thrown to Enma, who unfortunately wasn't experienced enough with avoiding blood splatter.

(And damn, blood looked good on him.)

"What's the difference between sex and murdering thugs who thought they could ambush you and your boyfriend while out for a joy ride? They're both enjoyable."

Enma blinked at him and smiled fondly, "Oh, you."

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