Title: Hyuse Cronin…yeah.

Author: Ri-Ryn

Genre: Humor/Friendship

Word Count: 354

Rating: M* (Content suitable for Mature Teens) / +T

Disclaimer: World Trigger belongs to Ashihara Daisuke.

Summary: Yes. Hyuse Cronin is Canadian, from Canada. Without a doubt, absolutely. (And Canada does some things differently.)

Warnings: Some explicit language. Stereotypes. Crack.

A/N: I had this story waiting in the rafters for, like, 1.5 to 2 years? It should be about 4-5 chapters at 300 or so words each. Team Mother Osamu snaps. Hyuse needs a leash and a gag.

Chapter: Canadian Swears


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Kuga was too happy for anyone else to be comfortable when he slid into the empty seat beside Osamu at Tamakoma.

"Apparently," the attacker's grin was vicious, "a couple of agents learned some French curse words." Kuga reported it nonchalantly, amused from what he had learned spreading across Border and taking the opportunity that came busting down the door.

The B-002 captain set his summer work aside, dread apparent. "They learned French profanity here, in Mikado City? Japan." Osamu was beyond skeptical, a headache already blooming. He would believe it if they picked it up from the internet, but Kuga made it sound like someone taught them personally. "Really? And they taught them how to speak obscenities of all things?"

"'Dunno what French is but yup!" Kuga chirped, Hyuse sinking further down into his seat and pointedly looking everywhere but the dining table.

Osamu could viscerally feel the agony his face must be portraying. "Many people speak French, mostly in France and Canada. It's both a language and a group of people."

"So France speaks Canadian curse words too?" Kuga questioned, titling his head.

That effin' little traitor. Hyuse now glared holes into the back of his teammates' head.

"French. Canadian. Swearing. How charmingly specific," Osamu replied icily, borderline wrenching his neck in Hyuse's direction. His green eyes promised a punishment like no other. "How precious," he hissed, startling the horned teenager.

Hyuse has known on some level what soap was, meaning it was supposed to be used externally. Hyuse just hadn't thought the weakest of his team, both in and outside of a trion body, would be able to carry out his retribution with such brutal efficacy. The soldier knew he had both height, weight, age, and training on the other yet Megane-san had manhandled him to the bathroom sink without delay.

He staunchly refuses that his screams were heard nor ignored with a cold-blooded persona suited to T&I. So what if a few people here and there knew some choice insults in Aftokrator's mother tongue?

If the chance arose, Hyuse would leave the tiny albino bastard to die on the return trip.