Warnings: Possible OOC.
Author's Notes: Gosh, guys, I love you all to pieces~! I came back from my *coughlamecough* vacation and I had like 12 inboxes from FF.N. I know it's not much, but it makes me really happy that at least someone is willing to give this fanfic and pairing a chance. Thanks to you all~!
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Rainbowbubble: Yeah, I was actually very hesitant about starting this fic since, really, Bel and Yamamoto as a couple? What the heck? But hey, like you, I love them both so I told myself, "If there's 5926 (which I read somewhere – it was cute, haha), why the hell wouldn't there be a B80?" And yep, I LOVE crack couples. Actually, I was thinking of starting a 5100 fanfic (gotta love awkward redheads). Huh, my mind works weirdly XD Thank you so much~!
Gokusotsu: Here's the next chapter~! *Grins* And yes, Yamamoto's smile can make anyone fall for him, haha. Thanks a lot!
MistCountess: Sure you can, I don't mind. In fact, I feel rather honored, LOL. Thanks for reviewing!
Disclaimer: *Sigh* I hate saying this, but I own nothing but the plot.
"First of all, Bel-chan, you have to be creative!" Lussuria said a few minutes after he woke up. After all, what kind of nanny would he be if he slept through his youngest comrade's (Mammon not included) first crush without helping him?
Bel tilted his head to the side. "Creative?"
The Varia of Sun nodded. "First dates should leave good lasting impressions. In order to have the perfect date you'll need to consider your partner's tastes. For example, if they like music, a concert would be a good idea to take them to. Now, Squa, what does Yamamoto-kun like?"
The swordsman glared at them while he crossed his arms in an indignant manner, but he answered none-the-less. "The damn brat has a stupid obsession for baseball."
Both of them still looked at him expectantly, to which Squalo twitched.
"Voi! What makes you think I know more of him?"
"Please, Squ-chan, this is not the time for this! Can't you see how much Bel-chan is suffering because of not knowing practically anything about his crush?" Lussuria cried dramatically, cupping his face with his hands and making his glossed lips look like an upside-down v to show his unhappiness with the silver-haired man's un-cooperation.
Squalo glanced at the teenager only to twitch once more. Contrary to the Varia of Sun's belief, Bel was looking relatively calm while polishing his knives, laughing madly whenever he saw his reflection of them. Probably thinking of how pretty the blood of his victims would look compared to their shiny silver, the shark mused.
"Now, Squa, help the power of love by informing our dear Bel-chan of everything you know!"
Knowing that Lussuria (who was in what he liked to call a "lovey-dovey" mode) wouldn't stop bugging him until he spilled the beans, Squalo sighed and grudgingly started. Hey, at least it was better than being with that sorry excuse of a boss, no?
"If I'm not wrong, his dad is the owner of a sushi restaurant, in which the brat works in from time to time when he's not occupied with his stupid baseball practice. He also has the strangest food tastes," He said, grimacing in disgust. "Who the hell eats purple spaghetti and drink milk with everything anyway?"
Bel's smile faltered. "How do you know all of this, commoner?"
Silvery eyes glared at the prince. "I wasn't stalking him, if that's what you are wondering. I'd have to be a psycho like you to be interested in that brat."
Sensing the Varia of Storm's murderous aura, Lussuria was quick to intervene.
"So, Bel-chan, where do you think you should take him to?"
His anger appeased for the time being, the prince shrugged. "I don't know."
Lussuria sweat-dropped and Squalo snorted. Of course it wouldn't be easy.
"Well," Lussuria started, placing his right index finger in the corner of his jutted lips. "I doubt Squ-chan here knows much about Yamamoto-kun, so why don't you ask one of his friends? Like the Vongola boy! He seems like such a cute, nice kid!"
Bel hummed before nodding; that is probably the best option.
"Great! Now, the second thing is to talk. In order for you both to feel comfortable, you need to talk; not too much, but not too little. Also, Bel-chan, be careful of what you say. You don't want to scare him away, do you?" The cheerful man adopted a face of despair.
The blond just waved his hand back and forth lazily, as if dismissing the idea.
Lussuria nodded before continuing happily. "Make sure to dress casually; most people don't feel comfortable in a tie after all, no? Next is to have fun, of course! It has to be a memorable time! Don't be afraid to show your sense of humor–"
"Bel doesn't have a sense of humor."
"–so that you two can be more comfortable and calm with each other. And finally…" He stayed quiet for a moment with the intentions of adding suspense, which, judging by his teammates' bodies unconsciously moving forward slowly, apparently worked. Deciding to not torture them further, he squealed. "The kiss!"
Bel snickered in delight while Squalo's white skin went a sickly green color when both of them thought of the prince and the young swordsman doing something as intimate as kissing. It was definitely something the shark did not want to see.
Opposite to Squalo, Lussuria excitedly clapped and giggled like a school girl before adjusting his sunglasses and clearing his throat. "So, Bel-chan, have you ever kissed someone before?"
Neither of them took notice of the Varia of Rain's groan.
It had somehow become a daily routine for Tsuna to gape at something strange and question his own sanity. Really, though, who would blame him after all he's been trough? One day he was No-Good Tsuna, the next he's fighting powerful mafia enemies, and then he's staring at a psychotic prince grinning madly asking for his best friend. Oh joy.
"Erm," Tsuna started, shifting uncomfortably in the floor while Bel, who had broken into his room trough his window (which was closed, mind you) a few seconds ago, sat in the other boy's bed and stretched his arms behind his head and uncharacteristically waited patiently until the Vongola boss made up his panicked mind.
Said boy was still doing his best impersonation of a goldfish. Sure, he's seen a lot of weird stuff, but he had no idea how to react to this. It was just like that time when a girl from class C came to him in private to determinedly ask him about Gokudera as she took out a list and a pen out of nowhere and set her fiery eyes on him, eagerly waiting for the brunet to start telling her from his friend's birthday to his shampoo brand. This time, though, it was not a normal teenage girl, it was a dangerous blood-thirsty member of the Vongola's best assassination squad that in one simple movement could slit his throat open and kill him. When realization hit him as if he had been run over by a particularly huge truck, Tsuna's level of panic only increased. What if Bel tried (and most likely succeed) to kill him if he failed to answer his questions satisfactorily? Oh how he regretted staying home when the whole family left to go shopping…
Still, though, Tsuna thought to himself as he posed his mocha eyes in the blond's grinning face, he didn't sense any murderous intent and his Hyper Intuition was not advertising him of any incoming danger, so he supposed it was okay to help.
"Well," He tried again, clearing his suddenly dry throat to gain Belphegor's attention once more. When he felt the prince's hidden eyes focused on him he gulped, his previous courage fading into fear. His small body fidgeted for a few seconds before he mentally slapped himself. "R-right, um, I guess you should probably know that Yamamoto likes sports, especially baseball…and, uh, his father owns a sushi restaurant and eh…"
"The prince already knows all of that," Bel interrupted him, his voice having a small edge of irritation. "What you need to tell me is how to ask him out and where to take him."
"Why haven't you done that already?" His fear was temporarily forgotten; after all, this wasn't like the Varia member. Could he be possibly serious about this? Not that Tsuna had anything against relationships like that, but he couldn't get his mind to wrap around the idea of his ever cheerful Rain Guardian with the Varia of Storm. True, it is said rather often that opposites attract, but still…
At the question, the prince's lips formed a frown. "Lussuria suggested that I ask for your help. A prince like me doesn't take orders from anyone, but it seems that he is more experienced in this." The smirk returned as he took out one of his knives. "Now, if you fail to answer…"
Frantically, the brunet shook his hands in front of his paling face and stuttered something that sounded suspiciously like an agreement and a plea for his life.
"Ushishishi~"
Mammon had told him to not hurt Yamamoto's friends, but she never said anything about threatening them, right?
"Are you certain this will work?" The blond asked with pursed lips while he eyed the two baseball tickets in his hand.
"Yeah, just do what I said – n-not that I'm o-ordering you or anything! J-just…ah! Why does this always happen to me?" Tsuna sulked, lowering his head as waterfalls of tears fell from his eyes. "As you probably know, Yamamoto loves baseball and once told me about this game that he had wanted to see but couldn't because he didn't have the money for the tickets so I thought that maybe if you bought them and asked him to join you guys would get somehow closer since it's preferable to start off as friends before getting involved romantically which would make sense since the last time you saw each other you were practically trying to kill him which isn't a good way to start a relationship and –"
"Quiet, peasant."
"S-sir, yes sir! But, I thought there were no more tickets…"
"Ushishi, the prince will stab your insides out if you keep asking questions."
"O-okay!"
Bel smirked to himself and the small boy shuddered.
Yamamoto, Tsuna decided, had very bad luck, because Bel was determined to be his Prince Charming.
"Hey, Tsuna, where are you taking me?" Yamamoto asked as his best friend practically dragged him around to the center of Namimori with no explanation at all.
"Nowhere special." The brunet replied absentmindedly, looking around for a familiar blond head and crown.
"Ushishishi."
Tsuna nearly had a heart attack when the prince appeared behind them, grinning widely with his arms behind his head. He was about to ask why he came so late when he suddenly remembered their plan.
"A-ah, Bel! What are you doing here?" He tried to act surprised, only to come out with a grimace instead of raised eyebrows.
"I was just passing by." Bel said simply, not even trying to recite what Tsuna had told him to say. The brunet almost facepalmed at that.
"Hey there! You are that prince guy in the Varia, no?" Yamamoto exclaimed with an excited shine in his eyes.
"Yes, I am," The blond responded, his grin growing more as his object of affection posed his attention on him.
"That's cool! How's Squalo doing?" Bel's smile became strained.
"He's fine." He said trough his gritted teeth. He didn't like that his possession was asking about someone else while he has here.
"That's good to know! Did he come with you? I'd like to see him again." The tall teen laughed cheerfully as his eyes traveled through the crowds around them, hoping to see the long silver hair of the Varia of Rain.
"He is in Italy." The prince grunted, clearly unhappy and struggling against his will to reach his knives and kill someone on the spot. "The prince came alone."
"Oh, okay." Yamamoto's shoulders dropped slightly.
Clearing his throat to catch their attention, Tsuna looked at his watch briefly as he began to speak.
"Em, Yamamoto, I'm sorry, but I have to go now. You know how Reborn gets when I'm not home at the time he wants, haha." He said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
"No problem! Should I go with you?" Yamamoto asked, smiling.
"No! Uh, I mean, why don't you show Bel around? I'm sure he's not familiar with Namimori and would get lost easily, right Bel?"
"Ushishishi."
"Perfect! See you later!" And with a small wave and a last worried glance at them he left the place as fast as his legs could carry him.
Yamamoto blinked twice before he whistled lowly. "Look at him run, haha! Well, where do you want to go first?"
Bel swiftly took out the pair of tickets from his pocket and snickered at the flabbergasted expression in the other's face.
"Are those tickets for today's baseball game?" Yamamoto asked hesitantly, as if waiting for a negative answer.
"Ushishi, exactly," The blond said before sighing over-dramatically. "But you see, the prince bought two of them and now he has no one to accompany him! That's why you will go with me."
"Sure thing!" He answered excitedly even though he hadn't been asked for his opinion; who could blame him? It was his favorite team against their rivals! He was planning on watch the repetition on TV some other day, but this was so much better! "We should go now, it will start soon!"
Bel let himself be led towards the stadium as he remembered the steps Lussuria had told him to follow. Be creative, check; because no one as smart as the prince would come up with the idea of taking a baseball-lover to a baseball game, right? (even though Tsuna was the one to suggest it) Then it was to talk, and although he hadn't opened his mouth except when he snickered while they both entered the baseball stadium after showing the guard their tickets, Bel had a lot of things to tell Yamamoto. Mainly about himself, of course; that's a topic he would never run out of things to say about. Next were his clothes. Lussuria had said to go casually, no? He briefly looked down at himself, not really bothering to stop and wonder if his long-sleeved, blood-red and black stripped shirt, tight black leather pants, knee-high black boots with white laces and, of course, his ever-present crown looked anything near casual. Then again, he thought to himself as his grin got wider, a prince looks good in anything! Next to that was to have fun. Well, he has never bothered to do a research about this specific sport, but he recalls seeing it on TV when there was nothing better else to do in his lazy days. If Yamamoto liked it, then it wouldn't be too bad, right? So then there was the issue of the kiss. Lussuria told him that it would be best if they didn't kiss in the first date and to wait to the second or third one (if Yamamoto agrees for more, that is), but Bel wasn't too sure if he could resist. Why couldn't he order the guy to like him? Oh, yeah, it wouldn't work according to Mammon, who was always right in the majority of the time.
Before he knew it, they both had already been sitting down in one of the lowest rows and Yamamoto offered to go buy their food and drinks, to which Bel agreed whole-heartedly. After all, princes weren't supposed to do things like that.
When his date (although Yamamoto himself didn't know it) returned and sat down beside him the game had already started. Yamamoto's eyes were excitedly following the players' movements, nodding in approval or pursing his lips in apprehension depending in their moves, and, to be honest, the prince couldn't bring himself to look away. He felt like a bug trapped in a spider's web, as weird as it may sound. He simply loved the way his brown eyes shined a brilliant amber color under the harsh sunlight, the thin layer of sweat that covered his tanned skin, the faint red his cheeks were due to the sun's warmth, how his pink lips were moving, just as if he was talking to him…
Oh, wait.
"What?" Bel asked, feeling somewhat foolish for not being alert.
Yamamoto only laughed, not at all faced with the prince's obvious lack of attention.
"I asked if you were enjoying this." He happily repeated with his usual smile.
The blond briefly looked at the field only to see the teams taking a break. If his (obviously very limited) baseball knowledge was right, the game had reached the top of the 7th inning with Yamamoto's favorite team winning by 3.
"Ushishi, of course I am." Bel answered, which wasn't really far from the truth. He couldn't care less about baseball, but his main purpose was to be with Yamamoto and make him his. Of course, he had to do it at a slow pace. His good mood couldn't help but lift even more when the taller teen's warm smile only widened. Honestly, only Yamamoto's bright smiles could put the sun to shame.
The Rain Guardian was about to speak, but his lips started opening and closing as his eyes widened comically in a way that reminded Bel suspiciously like a fish out of water. Confused by his companion's bewildered expression, the blond turned to the direction Yamamoto was looking at, only to find a huge screen with its image being the both of them inside a red heart and two words: Kiss Cam.
Well, Bel thought, there goes Lussuria's plans of not kissing today.
Aaaaaaaand cut! XD I'll try to update as soon as possible, but don't hold your breaths since my computer's audio is not working and it needs to be fixed. Also, next chapter may be the last depending how much I feel like writing *shrugs*. I don't know anything about baseball, or if there are even Kiss Cams in Japan, so feel free to correct me if I write something wrong. "Honestly, only Yamamoto's bright smiles could put the sun to shame." Haha, that sentence makes me giggle so much xD Anyway, in a complete different topic, I wanted to ask which couple seems more appealing: 8000 or 5100? I have plans for stories of both, but I have no idea which to do first…
Reviews are deeply appreciated!