Hello, dear readers. Sorry, it took a while for me to type this chapter... Hahaha... I took my licensure examination last March...
I know... there's no excuse for what I did. Hehe...
Anyways... I had already written the whole story in my sacred notebook. It depends upon my golden fingers to type them down... I love this!
Also, I was hooked with animes "The World God only Knows" and "Brothers' Conflict." Haha GO KEIMA GO! Personally, I want Keima to stay single forever, because he loves to play! Haha... so hilarious!
And for the latter... OH MY GOSH THEY'RE HOT! I haven't researched on this story since my former schoolmates in college told me to. They already watched it... but I've never thought... LIKE GIOTTO'S SEIYU WAS AS THE SAME AS IORI'S? What a news.
I love you Daisuke Namikawa =D 3
And not to mention, Ukyo is very handsome... drooling... drooling... drooling...
Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn is a canon anime and manga made by Ms. Akira Amano with ArtLand. The plot is owned by the owner and it is not her responsibility if there are any coincidences with either the real life or other fanfictions inside the site.
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2-in-1 ID Game
Chapter 5
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Knock-knock-knock…
A sound of knocking was heard.
Then, an agonizing silence surrounded the place, except for the sounds made by the crickets.
"…"
"…"
"I'll go home." Hibari, in his white shirt and navy blue jeans, finally broke the silence. He turned his back and started to walk away from the door, when the smiling Yamamoto placed his hand on his shoulder.
"No, wait here."
And another knock to the door was produced.
Knock-knock-knock…
And another silence responded.
"… well…"
They stared at each other.
"Ahaha… Ryohei must be very busy with his wife, eh? Maybe I should knock again?"
"What a waste of my time, Takeshi – "
Suddenly, the door opened, showing the face of Ryohei with –
"HA – HA – HA! RYOHEI! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE?!" Yamamoto laughed comically.
Ryohei wore a dark red sweatshirt and jeans. The only different thing within him was a reddish-violet bruise he was sporting on his face.
Ryohei looked dejected when he looked at Yamamoto. "Stop laughing, Takeshi. You made me looked like a loser."
Hibari butted in. "No, you're wrong. You looked like a spoilt apple... Which reminds me…"
He and Yamamoto looked at each other and sung like drunken fools in a off-tune. "Ryohei, the plum-faced school coach! Have two very rounded cheeks! Swelling like a Christmas cockroach..."
They laughed and continued. "…Waiting to be swatted out!"
Yamamoto laughed obnoxiously. "So hilarious! Ha-Ha…"
After laughing like crazy, they stopped.
Then Ryohei asked, "Are you done?"
They both answered, "Yes."
Yamamoto asked, "But really Ryohei… what happened to you? You were like beaten very bad. Unless someone…" Then, he looked at Hibari.
In his impassive face, Hibari defended. "Don't look at me like that, Takeshi. I didn't do that."
And Ryohei put two pads of ice packs towards his face.
"No, Kyoya didn't do it… It's my…" Then he waved his hands to make the two lean closer. "… extreme wife."
The two could only nod, dumbfounded, "…Ah…"
Then suddenly, a woman in her pregnant jumpers smacked Ryohei on the head.
"RYOHEI! I HEARD THAT!"
"Ow… it hurts."
Hibari and Yamamoto could not help but to twitch as they watched Ryohei with pity.
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Saturday, the professors' rest day. It was also the day when all of the professors and deans of Namimori Central University to have their 'Super Fun Night.' In particular; Hibari's closest friends, namely Yamamoto, Kyoko, Ryohei, and Hana.
Despite of their different personalities, these people managed to stick up like glue in a long span of time. Since they become classmates in middle school, they have been bonding as if there's no tomorrow.
One trivial thing was that they were already in name-basis. They have exchanged ideals and opinions to each other without striking one's boundaries. They respect each other's uniqueness; like Yamamoto's air headedness or Hana's temperamental mood swings. And no secrets remain a secret with them.
Like today.
"Good evening, everyone." That's Kyoko who just came inside Hana's and Ryohei's house.
Three heads of three different persons turned around as the woman of the Sasagawa household opened the door to greet the orange-headed visitor.
"Hi, Kyoko-chan."
"Hi, Hana-chan – "
"Good evening, Kyoko." The rest greeted her.
Smiling towards them, Kyoko answered. "Hey, am I late for the Saturday Fun Night?"
"No, not really. Actually, it's getting started."
"Oh, really. Okay then…" She then entered the house, dragging someone –
Make that two.
"Oh… If it's not Profesor Gokudera – " Hibari said, when another one entered.
"And he is…" Hana asked the unnamed person who became the center of their attention.
The man wore a baby blue buttoned-up shirt, black slacks, and casual shoes. He smiled towards them, much to their suspicions.
"Oh, I forgot. He's Tsunayoshi Sawada. He's the vice president of Namimori Hōgaku Shōkai." Kyoko answered their confusion… though Hibari's still not sure about the guy who just came in.
A second later, chaotic noises disturbed the comfortable silence in the living room due to the Sasagawa children upstairs.
"Mooom!"
"Uwah! Hu-hu! WAAAH!"
"Mama, where are you?! Please help me! I don't know how to make a child sleep!"
The mother of the two sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.
Ryohei went up to his wife as he pat her shoulder and said, "Hon, I'll take care of this."
"Okay, I'll trust you on this one." Hana said as she leaned her head on Ryohei's left shoulder. Just as she lifted her head, another wave of noises had started.
"WAAAH! WA-WA-UWAAAH!"
Hana rushed upstairs to attend to her children.
Seriously, for a woman at the height of her pregnancy, the black-haired mother could still run as fast as she was a high-school student. Hope she wouldn't trip on the stairs. But surely enough, Kyoko ran after her, supporting the woman while swiftly rounding the stairs.
Meanwhile, Ryohei let the two newcomers inside the house, all the while as Hibari followed the man alongside Gokudera with narrowed eyes.
Tsunayoshi Sawada… I think I heard the name somewhere… like 'Tsuna' or something like that… and that hair… I thought I saw that person with that kind of hairstyle talking to Chrome once…
"Hey." Takeshi snapped his fingers to the ex-prefect to get his attention. The other turned his glance towards the one who snapped his.
"Hn."
"What are you thinking?"
"… Nothing."
"I saw your heated gaze towards Sawada. Do you know him?"
"… Do I look angry in your eyes, Takeshi?"
"Honestly, right now… yes."
Hibari face palmed.
As the talk progressed, and as the two became comfortable with the friends' company (with some intellectual outbacks from Gokudera that they should respect 'Juudaime'), the two female went downstairs to check up on what they were doing right now.
Hana went straight to the kitchen counter to prepare the foods for the Fun Night, while Kyok went beside the man with an odd hairstyle.
"So Kyoko… what's up?" Asked Takeshi , while looking at the personal space-invading distance between the two curiously.
"Oh, who wants the game of Poker?" Asked Ryohei, who appeared as oblivious about the events happening to his sister, considering he was overprotective to her long time ago. All of them raised their thumbs in the air as the silver-headed coach dealt with the cards.
"UWAAAH!"
"… Not again." Stated Hana through her breath as she climbed the stairs.
"Well…" Kyoko started as the two professors listened to her intently, while the other one was busy with his cards' arrangement in his hands. "I have news to tell you…"
"And that is?" Hibari asked bluntly.
Smiling giddily, the once single lady suddenly sat on the lap of the man nearest to her as she slowly showed the back of her left hand with a sparkling diamond on her ring finger.
"Oh my goodness… Really?" Asked Yamamoto.
Hibari's eyes widen a little bit. Kyoko answered with a big nod. "Hm!"
"Oh my – congratulations to the both of you." Hibari answered.
Takeshi also gave them a thumb sign, which means that he approved what Hibari said.
Only one man hadn't answered yet, and he seemed so busy with his cards. He's too concentrated to the game!
Yamamoto and Hibari exchanged glances to each other with their unspoken words.
Ryohei's not responding.
Hn. That basketball airhead is full of air.
He didn't hear anything at all!
No. it's what we call 'bluffing.'
You mean 'buffering?'
That's a chemistry tool, luncheon head.
Shall we count, then?
Be my guest.
And you might think, my dear readers, about talking without moving their mouth (and exchanged glances) as their form of telepathy. Sorry, but it's not. That, readers, is what we call 'assuming.' Back to their one-sided talk.
A sound of rapidly shuffling cards echoed around the room, with an occasional cries of a child upstairs.
"…"
"…"
A minute has passed, and as Yamamoto drew his first card, and agonizing scream followed.
"WHAT IN THE EXTREME HAPPENED?! KYOKO, ARE YOU EXTREMELY ENGAGED WITH HIM?! YOU EXTREMELY HAVEN'T ASKED FOR MY EXTREME PERMISSON TO HAVE A DATE WITH HIM YET ASKED ME TO HAND YOU OVER FOR MARRIAGE! NO! I EXTREMELY DISAGREE!"
"…"
"…"
"How many seconds?" Hibari asked Yamamoto.
"A minute. Flat one-zero-zero." Takeshi answered.
Kyoko went to her brother and kneeled after him, placing both of their hands on his lap. "Ryohei-nii, I love you because you are my older brother… but I'm old enough to settle down now. I want to have children, too. Don't you trust me?" The orange-headed girl showed her secret weapon which her brother could not resist to: puppy-dog eyes.
Her brother could not help but to helplessly nod his head in forced agreement, and she could not help but to smile and hug the other.
Gokudera, after his long silence, told them. "I won. Piece of cake."
"WHAAAT?!" All of the said in confusion.
Tsuna chuckled for his best friend's genius tactics in playing Poker.
A little while later, heavy stomps of feet echoed through the wooden floors of their house, as a loud screech of a woman followed.
"WHAT THE HECK?! THAT LUNKHEAD IS GOING TO MARRY OUR BABY KYOKO-CHAN?! NO! NO WAY YOU SCRAWNY LITTLE MAN! OVER MY DEAD, PREGNANT BODY YOU NITWIT!"
Tsuna sweatdropped, while the four professors simultaneously bumped their heads on the table three times. Gokudera then said, "Oh my gosh, its showbiz. That was so… five minutes ago."
Don't get him wrong. Gokudera is not a gay. He was just stressed about repeating the same topic more than once. What could he do? It's showbiz.
Then Kyoko interrupted. "Wait, Hana-chan – "
"What's that?" Hana remarked angrily.
"Huh?" Kyoko asked confused.
Hana sniffed the air. "Oh gosh! EEEW!"
After recovering from the incident shortly, Ryohei frighteningly looked at the others. "Oh, no."
"What's she doing?" Tsuna asked curiously.
"Oh no… my wife's senses are sharpening right now. Especially… her nose."
"Oh my goodness! I can smell everything!" Hana sniffed the air. "I can smell baby poop, I can smell the rotting food inside the garbage can…"
"But I couldn't smell anything." Yamamoto remarked.
"… I can smell Takeshi's strangely disgusting fish smell… I can smell cake truffles Kyoko-chan had eaten earlier…"
"That was like – um – six hours ago? Right, Tsuna-kun?"
The brunette only nodded his head.
"I can smell Ryohei's – wait? Did you eat my pickles?!"
"Ha-Ha-Ha-No… Yes?" Ryohei hid his face with his crossed forearms.
"I can smell that diarrhea you all have been drinking – "
"Well, you are the one who served it to us." Tsuna countered.
"Was that me? No wonder – wait…" She sniffed the air again. "Kyoya?! How many whores did you take in before you come here?!"
"That's flowers, herbivore." Hibari answered with eyebrows twitching in contained anger.
"And not only that… Who went into the strip club?!"
"You mean the beer warehouse?" Ryohei asked.
"No! I mean the AIDS PLACE."
A hand slowly raised, as all eyes scanned its owner.
Gokudera.
"Does pub count?"
"… I smell gonorrhea and syphilis reeking from your pores… Ugh!" Then, she fainted.
