Himawari Yonaka danced around in place, overjoyed that Tsuna would be seeing her tomorrow, on a date! This would be her first real date, and that worried her. What normally happened on dates? What should she say or not say? What would be appropriate? Oh, the stress would be the end of her! Luckily, she wasn't really the only one panicking. Tsuna was petrified, wondering what to do. Sure, he had been on dates with Kyoko, but this wasn't Kyoko, this was Yonaka. Yonaka didn't need to be protected as much, though he would never dream of protecting her any less. She was just a different breed of girl than Kyoko was, and Tsuna wasn't sure why he felt that way, though he suspected that it had more to do with liking her, as opposed to thinking of her more as a guy.


Before they knew it, it was twelve. All morning long, Tsuna had wondered about when he could exactly go over for his date, and Yonaka spent her morning tormenting herself about when he'd arrive. Deciding to just head over five minutes before twelve, Tsuna arrived about a minute after. Yonaka, who had signed a lease for her room, renting it for six months, was waiting for him just outside the building in a white sundress.

"Tsuna-kun!" She waved and strolled over to him, "So, I really don't have much of a plan, so is there anything you want to do?"

He blinked, shook his his slightly less poofy head, and laughed at her, "You're not the planing type, are you?"

She shrugged, pulling from her dress, and putting on a pair of small, circular sunglasses, "I only think when I work."

He smiled coyly at her, not meaning to, "Good thing you work alot."

Yonaka laughed sarcastically, "Ha-ha. So, anything come to mind yet?"

He looked around the plaza, seeing almost every type of activity, from name-brand and bargain shopping to seeing all the gorgeous sights Italy has to offer, gun-less paintball, megalpex movie theaters galore that played movies in every language, dancing and art of all forms and varieties, arcades that offered next to every game, and dojos in every major style. There was Japanese flower-arranging and racing from real cars to go-carts, swimming for either leisure or sport, and restaurants that served cuisine from all walks of life. A small, secluded beach wasn't too far from the Vongola mansion.

"What are you into? I'm not very athletic, but I'll try for you," He blushed, adding more than he had intended.

She smiled bashfully, "I get enough sport from my work, and I train often, so anything is fun. I just want to spend time with you."

Tsuna nodded, "Well, it is lunch. Are you hungry?"

As if to answer, her stomach growled intrusively, demanding to be fed, "Starving."

"What do you want to eat?" He asked politely.

"What would you like?" She asked, not unkindly.

"We're not going to get anywhere if we keep talking like this," He laughed softly, putting his hand on her shoulder, "Why don't you pick?"

Yonaka nodded, and she grabbed his hand, acting like it was nothing big. They both were bright pink as she led him into a small restaurant with a smiling cow stenciled on the window. Knowing Italian fluently, and going to this place often with her parents as a child, she knew that steak, her favorite food, was the hose specialty. In fact, she used to go so often, the employees all knew her well and treated her like one of their own.

"Yonaka! It's beena foreva!" The owner, a portly balding man with a curly black beard, nearly sang at the sight of her, "And who's a this? Oh! Pardon me, Signore Sawada, I didn't knowa you a knew our little bella!"

"Singore Guinoe," Tsuna, still learning Italian, spoke in choppy blocks, "I would apprieate it if you would call me Tsuna."

"Ah! Tsuna! And what would you want with our Yonaka?" Signora Kathrine Guinoe, the wife of Paulo, the owner, wrapped her arms protectively around Yonaka, "We're like this girl's parents! Any other time, we'd be considerate and let you do as you please, but not with her."

"Aie, mama," Yonaka called Katherine that ever since she could remember, "Please, don't harass my date, he's important to me."

So Tsuna couldn't keep up, Kathrine began to speak in very rapid Italian, "My child, you are very precious to us, and we won't stand for some gangster pushing you around!"

"He's not!" Yonaka suddenly regretted taking Tsuna in with her.

"And how can you be sure?" Paulo demanded, placing two plates on the table, steak steaming, burning hungry noses.

"I'm her boyfriend," They had underestimated Tsuna grasp on their language, "Right?"

Yonaka died on the spot, soul raising up to heaven, "What he said..."

Pandemonium ensued. Starving to death, but too distracted to eat, Yonaka fell to the floor, a stupid fool who was too nervous to eat all of last night and that day. Tsuna caught her just in time, giving her water to revive her so she could eat. Katherine and Paulo watched Tsuna apprehensively as he revived Yonaka. Hearing the commotion, their real children, the cooks and other employees, ran into the dinning hall to watch as well, rooting for the safety of their "sister". The customers had been driven out during the argument, so the place was otherwise empty.

"Hmmm, delicious!" Yonaka beamed, glared at by everyone, "What?"

"Stupid! You need to eat!" Isabella, the closest in age to Yonaka, smacked the back of her head and walked back into the kitchen.

After that, everything was fine. Customers returned, the owners were overly gratefully to Tsuna, telling him to marry Yonaka soon, though nothing was said to her. He, already full from a lunch that Gokudera forced him to eat, took a bite every now and again while Yonaka stuffed her face, putting Lambo to shame.

"Sorry," She aplpogized as they walked out of the resturant, "For all of that."

"No, it's fine. They love you, and it was interesting seeing a woman eating more than her weight in meat," Tsuna was fascinated by how she didn't look any different than when they went in.

"I eat a balanced diet, but once in a while, I'll eat like mad one day. And I train my ass off every single day. But my genes and metabolism don't hurt. But that's not important right now. The thing I want to know, is why you ate when you were full?" She asked because she wanted him to know that she was paying him attention.

"To be polite," He answered simply, "So, what now?"

"Something dirty..." She looked around, most of this stuff new, "How about we play some ball?"

Tsuna followed her to the gun-less paintball. It was a small indoor field, wooden targets splattered blue, yellow, green, red, and orange, polychromatic hay, feathers that came from pillows, and Styrofoam packing peanuts scattered carelessly by bored employees. The place was so cramped, only one group could participate at a time, groups consisting of two to five people.

"Is this alright? It's athletic for me to burn off that meal, but there are plenty of places for you to hide if you don't want to run around," She paid the man at the front counter as he gave her two goggles, two protective suits, and two bags of a hundred paint-filled balloons.

"Rooms' 'round 'here," He pointed at two changing rooms, one of which a a green light over it, the other red, "Doors don' lock 'round 'ere, 'ence the lights. Red means occupied, green no'."

"Thanks!" She jumped and turned to the unocupied room, "I'll change first."

Tsuna nodded and stood in front of the curtain, "I'll be here."

She nodded and turned into the room, closing the curtain behind her, "No peeking!"

Tsuna was that kind of guy, and they both knew it, "I'm not-"

"I know. It just had to be said," She laughed, "Hey, can you please come in here for a second?"

He nearly fainted, "Why?"

She was quiet for a moment before answering, "I'm stuck."

"Huh?" Tsuna entered the room and saw what she meant.

Her hair extensions had got caught on the zipper, and it was stuck in limbo, between her head and her front. He walked over to help her out, and he slipped on her dress, pulling the hair free from the zipper, but accidentally unzipping the over-sized suit at the same time, causing it to fall off, leaving Yonaka there in her underwear. Seeing the lavender bra and underwear, he got a very bad bloody nose. Thinking that he had hit his head, she ignored her partial nudity to bend over him and tend to him, but slipping in the blood, she landed on him. Her first kiss, stolen by a puddle of blood and a dress.

Yonaka blinked slowly, but she did not get off of Tsuna, "Did you you mean it? When you said you were my boyfriend, did you mean it?"

Tsuna looked at her, not moving, "Maybe we should talk about this when you have clothes on?"

She shook her head, "Did you mean it?'

He sighed and twisted his head so he didn't have to look at her, "Yes."

"Eeeee!" She hugged him, "Sorry..."

He smiled sideways at her, "How about those clothes?"

To prevent an erection, Tsuna gently pushed her off and rushed out of the changing room without looking back. She put the suit back on, after removing the extensions, and replayed the scene in her mind, from an observers point-of-view, not a participant. She was ashamed of herself for not even trying to cover up, because that made her look like such a whore, and if she didn't even kiss until she was twenty, then clearly she was not. Ew, the thought made her cringe, acting like that in front of Tsuna, and on their first date too! What a poor impression to make! But really, Tsuna didn't see it that way. He only saw a woman worried about someone she cared very much for, putting his safety over all else. He saw her real intentions, and he admired that about her, making him like her even further.

So, after they had changed and entered the paintball arena, it was war! Ok, not war, but it was still a battle.

"Tsuna, how about a bet? The winner decides on the terms, and the loser has to obey," Yonaka smirked, sure she would win.

"Well, we are old enough, so, deal," Tsuna had no intentions of winning, but he agreed nonetheless.

She suspected as much, "If you agree, no taking it easy on me!"

"I won't go all out," He was refusing to harm her.

"I don't want you to beat me to death like an enemy, I just want a friendly game were we try to win," She shrugged, acting like what she wanted was no big deal.

He nodded, agreeing. She smiled at him and walked over to shake on it. He grabbed her hand firmly and shook. At the same time, she had reached into her bag and pulled out a blue "paintball", dropping it on his head. He, still holding her hand, pulled her into his arms and dropped a orange paint filled balloon on her head in return. She laughed, knocking them both to the ground, and dropped several balloons on them both. He rolled from under her and pinned her down, kissing her. She wrapped her arm around his neck and dropped the entire contents of her bag over his head, half the paint running down over her.

"You fight dirty," Tsuna acuesed, sitting up.

She smiled, pulling him back down, "I never said anything about a clean fight, did I? I only said I wanted a fair fight."

The disgruntled employee waddled back out to them, "Time's up."


They changed back into their normal clothes and sat at a cafe, snacking on strawberry-flavored shaved ice. They both were earning several glances, drenched in paint that would take weeks to get off. But they didn't notice.

"I had fun," Tsuna said, "Even if you did cheat."

She blinked her eyes sweetly, "Me? I would never! But about our bet, we never did establish what would consist of a win, did we?"

"No, but you struck first, and you used all of your weapons," Tsuna still didn't care who won.

"But you fought fair, and you conserved your ammo," She put her hand on his, "I think we'll call it a draw."


Some date, huh? I got the paintball thing from "10 Things I Hate About You", the movie, not the sucky thing it inspired that I won't acknowledge. Their kiss was like the Naruto-Sasuke kiss, the one fangirls like me love and say is more than an accident (which if it was, Sasuke would have beaten the crap out of Naruto, and Naruto out of him if he was smart enough to get it), anyways, it was a total accident. And god, for being such a pervert, I had such a hard time writing the word 'erection' in this! Anyways, please review. I'm sorry the last time I ordered you to. I learned my lesson, I will never order anyone to review again, but I will beg shamelessly, so please, please, please take pity on a poor author and review her fanfic, please?