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Warning: Curses, swears and generally dirty languages. Oh, grammar mistakes as well. I seriously need a beta-reader. Anyone's interested?
A/N: For those who are waiting for "The promised world", I'm sorry that I haven't been able to finish the new chapter. I will try my best, but for some reasons, I had a lot of inspirations for "Half-kunoichi" and wouldn't it be a waste if I can't write those ideas down? Anyway, sorry for fans of Prussia, Sakura is gaining my favor lately. But don't worry, Prussia will come back soon.
Alright. Hope people enjoy this.
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It was past noon when Akira stumbled into Tsuna's house with the unconscious owner draped over his shoulder. Luckily, he was greeted with silence and peace. May be Nana had gone out to shopping with I-pin and Lambo. The house was oddly lonely for some reasons but Akira was not going to complain. Sakura wasn't a skilled liar (Ok, may be she is. But to master such trait was not a thing she took pride in, despite its importance in her career.) and she would hate to build up a story reasonable enough for a mother as protective as Nana. Especially, not with the condition Akira was in (dried blood tainted white shirt and even spilled into Tsuna's clothes). Sakura might have a decent amount of charka to heal her painful wounds, but she didn't have enough time or energy to find a way to clean things up before both her and her charge reached home.
Frankly, Sakura was weary and drained to the bones. She wanted absolutely nothing but a steamy bath and a comfortable bed an-
"TENTHHHH!"
But when did she ever get what she wanted?
The picture of her, blissfully disappeared under layers of blankets, freshly bathed and clean and warm, slipped away, only to be replaced with the figure of a livid Gokudera (which she might add, no where as pleasant as the previous image) What have she done? Sakura wondered with exasperation. It's like everything and everyone she met today either wanted to molest or bite her to death, or, in the case of the silver head before her, beat her into a bloody pulp.
Was today some sort of weird festival or freaky traditional event that Tsuna forgot to inform her?
"Hello, Gokudera San. What are you doing here?" Akira asked with fake calmness.
"I will fucking bomb you! How dare you harm my boss? Release Tenth right now!" Running from the top of the stairs, the Italian yelled angrily.
It was only then that Sakura remembered Tsuna was still soundly asleep in her arm and from Gokudera's overprotective view, it must look like she had been the one to drug the shorter and was going to take advantages of him.
Tsuna? Inner crunched her face up in disgust. Nuh-uh. He's totally not our type!
Sakura rolled her eyes. As if she would take advantage of any one while they're unconscious, hot or not. That's just beneath a kunoichi's pride. Though, to the horny Inner, whose presence, somehow, grew exceptionally stronger since her arrival here, such opportunity would not be wasted.
But the disturbing fact that one of these days, Inner would make Sakura become a serial rapist, was pushed aside. She needed to focus. Blood loss made Sakura feel light-headed and such symptom could not be good. What if Inner broke free from Sakura's control?
Potential talent or not, Tsunade would skin her alive if Reborn report one of Konoha's shinobi just raped his charge's friend.
As she watched her fellow guardian stormed down the stairs, Sakura decided she had had enough of fight and blood and gore (not that Inner would mind a steamy wrestle with that delicious body). The kunoichi touched her charge's temple, discreetly sending an invisible charka thread to wake her client up (not a good thing for Tsuna's brain but she was too tired to care now).
"What happened? Why is Tenth with you? What the-? Why is he unconscious?" Gokudera snatched his boss back, just in time for Sakura to finish her jutsu. The kunoichi frowned. The storm guardian might not know she was using a delicately risky healing technique but his action was just plain rude and not to mention, extremely dangerous. If Sakura wasn't such a skilled medic, Tsuna would have to live the rest of his life in coma.
"Just relax. And next time, you can ask me nicely." Akira scolded, scowling at Gokudera. "Not like I'm kidnapping him or something. Anyway, if you are so persistent in holding him, at least, do it properly, please."
Gokudera scoffed. As if he needed to be told. Though, the guardian shifted his boss so the boy's head was against his chest, instead of craning in an almost uncomfortable position against the floor. Honestly, he didn't mean to put that much energy in his hands, thus, the accidental crash between Tsuna's head and the wall - because he swung the boy back a bit too hard - was by bad luck. Or the freak before him, Gokudera thought. If Akira's grip on Tsuna was tighter, like he expected, then the growing bruise on his boss's head would not even be there in the first place!
"Don't get off topic!" Gokudera snapped. "Where did you take Tenth to? He's all pale and sick and fuck, I will ki-"
"No need to freak out, dude. His body coped with great shock by black-out." Akira massaged his tempers. "But he should snap out of it in a few seconds. Chill, ok? Why don't you bring him to the sofa and get him a cup of water? That way is totally more constructive that yelling my ears off."
The storm guardian growled, getting more worked up at the disapproval in the other's eyes. Hell, if anyone was to feel displeased, it should be him! "I don't give a damn that you are Tenth's relative! You must be over your head if you think any bastard can order me around without me shoving that fridge up his ass! Just wait till I get Tenth to bed and-"
"Urg. My head." The weak groan from Tsuna halted his right-handed man from the cascade of ear-shattering swearing. "Gokudera Kun?"
"Tenth." Akira would have admired the sudden tenderness the handsome Italian's face adopted, that was, if the shinobi was not too tired, too offended and utterly desperate for a quick nap instead of facing a dumbass, whose temper almost rivaled Sakura's mentor (and that saying a lot!).
"My head hurts." Tsuna whimpered, nursing the side of his head as he steadied himself on his feet. Sakura felt a tad of guilt resurfaced from the mess of rage inside her mind. She had hastily left the boy's nervous system without any pain-relief charka, coupled with the earlier accident, where Tsuna's head had crashed against the wall, well, the kunoichi could only image how horrendous the headache Tsuna was suffering right now.
Sighing sadly at how little charka she had left, Sakura reached over, ignoring the low growl from Gokudera as she ran a hand gently through Tsuna's hair, applying soothing charka to the scalp as she went. It must be working, not that Sakura expected any other way around, as Tsuna's gloomy frown disappeared quickly, leaving behind a dazed, almost contented smile.
There was a soft sigh. Then, when Sakura withdrew her hand, another sigh was heard. Only Gokudera noticed the differences in them, and for that, he suddenly felt annoyed.
"Want a quick snack before Auntie got home, Tsuna Kun?" Akira asked, already brushing passed Tsuna and Gokudera to the kitchen. Running and fighting and healing took a lot of energy, coupled with the fact that she had created a crack that was 10 feet long and 3 feet wide, it was only normal that Sakura was possibly starving. If she couldn't have her bath and bed, at least, a meal should be in place!
"Oi! I haven't finished with you yet!" The half-bred Italian shouted at the retreating back. "Get back here, Bubble Gum!"
B-bubble Gum?
Sakura tempted to curse but Akira took over with his rational mind. The shinobi replied in an polite tone and forced grin, which must come out at a pained grimace. "Would you like something to eat as well, Gokudera San? I prefer to have something warm while we are conversing."
What's the deal? Inner muttered. You are grossing me out with that fake smile.
Shut your trap. Sakura thought, observing the slightly calmer Gokudera. Your rubbish advices only messed thing up worse than it already is. You can shove whatever you got up your non-existed butt because I won't trust you anymore. Not after the Hibari ruckus.
Oh, if I didn't come up with such brilliant idea, Inner pointed out at the accusation tone of her Outer, we would still be stuck on that roof, with that bloody sadist and his god damned tonfa, you ungrateful git!
We should have used smoke bomb instead. Akira chimed in for the first time. It's less risky than revealing our true strength to a dangerous enemy.
And why didn't you bother coming up with such awesome scheme while we were there? Inner glared back, though how that 'girl' did that to Akira while both of them were still inside Sakura's mind was beyond the kunoichi. You couldn't even come up with a good enough insult, you gutless bastard. Shove off!
I would have supervised our Outer. Akira said with dignity. If only Sakura didn't have the tendency to act before she thinks.
Before the said kunoichi could come up with anything to deny such ridiculous statement, (from inside her minds as well!), Gokudera had snapped her back to reality.
Literally.
By a bitch-slap in the face.
Oh, no, he totally didn't just…
"See, Tenth? He's back from his stupid daydream." Gokudera looked smug, cheerfully informed his stunned boss, whose eyes grew in size as his cousin immediately retailed with a punch square to his friend's nose.
"See, Tsuna Kun?" Emerald eyes darkened with blood-lust at the Tenth Boss of Vongola, whose gulp was quite loud against the silence in the room. "I was right. He is a fucking asshole."
Damned peace and legal law.
Sakura is going to murder the jerk.
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Tsuna wasn't sure how he ended waking up under the murderous face of Gokudera and then 5 minutes later, found himself flying through the air and crashing into the glass door of his kitchen. He didn't understand why, one minute, he was trying to smooth the fight between Gokudera and his cousin, the next, some one had accidentally punched him in the shin.
Well, Tsuna should have anticipated this, anyway, knowing his nasty luck.
He could hear the obnoxious sound of glass being shattered, the screeching of wind and his shrilling yelp mingled and vibrated like a wall of white noise. In a heart beat, when he knew he was going to crash into a tree and broke at least 3 different ribs, the Vongola Boss could only think of one thing.
The skin where Akira's fingers brushed pass was still tingled.
May be after so many bullets to the head, death threats from Hibari, creative murder attempts, or accidents, from his enemies/ friends/ family, Tsuna didn't feel like he fears death anymore. At least, not the extend he used to. He knew Fate was best friend with Reborn and because his tutor is a sadist at heart, Tsuna would not likely to escape from his future so easily with just a mere death. Anyway, the point is, no, he didn't feel anything remotely like worry about the pains he's going to suffer (He's already too used to them).
In fact,Tsuna's only aware of his heated cheeks, which still couldn't cool down for at least 10 minutes already. He didn't know why he felt this strange sensation in his tummy, as he was sure, he didn't have insects for dinner last night. However, even as his back slammed against a solid surface, Tsuna still hadn't figured out the reason.
And he was eternally grateful that he had managed to learn a way to block his thoughts from Mukuro after the battle with Xanxus (In fact, from Fuuta's ranking, he could defeat any of his guardian with his current power. But like hell he would let anyone know that unnecessary piece of information. He hates injuring others, especially his own family, even Hibari is included). Anyway, Tsuna was positive his life was troublesome enough as it was, without his sexuality reference in the way.
"Ciao, little brother." An Italian accented voice said and Tsuna snapped his squeezed eyes opened with shock. So that's why there was no pain he had felt so far.
"Dino San!" Tsuna gasped. The gratefulness and joy at seeing his foster brother dismissed the earlier confusion. It's good that Dino brought his subordinates, or else, they both would have ended up in the hospital now. As Tsuna's eyes searched around for sight of Romario to thank him for being there, strangely, he couldn't found the bulky body guard. Even when he returned his gaze to his cousin and Gokudera, Tsuna still couldn't find the sight of Dino's subordinates. May be they were just hiding somewhere?
His wonder at why Romario would do so was interrupted by his best friend and his self-declared right-hand man.
"Look at what you've done, you fucking pink haired freak?" Came the thunderous holler. "I will bomb your ass-"
"Enough." Apparently, his most loyal guardian was more obedient toward Reborn than himself. Though, relief that the fight, which would surely blow his rooftop off, was stopped in time, Tsuna fidgeted nervously under the glare from his infant tutor. Reborn did tell him to be stricter with his subordinates, consider his future rank, but Tsuna didn't think of Gokudera as anything but a dear friend, thus, making such command from his tutor impossible to complete. (Beside, he was absolutely certain he would be dead if he dared to be 'strict' with his Cloud guardian.) The infant stood on the fence, just beside from Dino and Tsuna as he asked. "What's going on here?"
"Reborn Sama! Please let me kick this Burble Gum's ass! He dares to attack Tenth!" Gokudera shouted, face red with anger. Tsuna was surprised that his hot-tempered friend could still restrain himself until now. Usually, the person who committed such insolence sin (Gokudera's words), like Akira just accidentally did, would still not be in 1 piece. Was his love for peace finally rub off on his self-appointed right-hand man? Or, the future mafia boss noticed with alarm, the bomber couldn't successfully implant any damage at all.
Gokudera might be vulgar, social inept and a totally lunatic overprotective cynic, but Tsuna knew his storm guardian was not weak. Gokudera had proven in more than one occasion how powerful and downright destructive he could be when his precious boss was involved (a thing, until this day, Tsuna still had mixed feeling for). So, the future Vongola boss was more than impressed to see his best friend and best protector couldn't be fast enough to light a dynamite before it was either snubbed or slice in half by Akira, who was only using his bare fingers and nails.
At that moment, abruptly, Tsuna flashed back to the reason why he blacked out in the first place. What had happened to Hibari? And how could both of them escaped unscathed? Did Hibari pity them? No, it couldn't be. His cloud guardian must have never heard of the concept of kindness, nonetheless mercy. Could Hibari be defeated? Impossible! So, how was they here? Instead of the hospital? Too many questions were buzzling in Tsuna's head. But one thing he was sure, as the shortest watched his cousin gracefully ducked a jab from Gokudera, Akira was not normal.
Or not as ordinary as Tsuna had believed him to be.
"You both can stop now." The quarrel, which included both verbal and physical version, halted, even if Gokudera reluctantly did so. It never failed to amaze Tsuna, every single time, how Reborn, in all his babyish and chubby glory, could still be so authorized over men who were triple his size. "We have a guest here and look at your foolish actions. You are shaming our family."
Gokudera looked guilty, hanging his head in shame, while Akira diverted his eyes, though the pink head's posture was still rigid with fury. It was a bit strange, Tsuna thought. How Reborn said 'our' family while scolding the two. He didn't think Akira was a member of his family. In fact…
Wait!
Tsuna suddenly remembered that his cousin didn't know a thing about mafia or Vongola, at all. At least, the pink head hadn't said he did. This is bad, the shortest panicked. He needed to change the topic now! It would not do if he was to drag Akira, though strange and violent as he was, to the same hellish path Tsuna was currently stuck in.
The brunette was going to open his mouth to comment on the weather, or something general and non-Mafia/Vongola stuffs, when Reborn suddenly whacked him with his gigantic fan.
"Ouch!" Tsuna cried, a bit distracted as he heard Dino whined along side with him. The Cavallone boss must have his head assaulted accidentally. Though, Tsuna thought, Reborn would never do anything without plan and coupled with his teacher's brutal streak, such attack Dino received, could hardly be perceived as a mistake.
But why did Reborn hit Dino San? Tsuna wondered but quickly focused at the lethal voice of his tutor.
"Shame on you, Dame-Tsuna." Reborn reprimanded with his poker face, which meant his usual big eyes and cute smile expression. "As the head of Vongola family-"
"Shut up, Reborn." Tsuna hissed in nervousness, glancing at the still angry Akira, who, hopefully, hadn't heard what the infant had said. When Reborn beamed (with teeth and all!) and looked ready to shot him with the real bullet, the brunette quickly defended himself. "Wait! I didn't mean it as you should shut up, though in a way, sometimes, your complaining is annoy-Hieee! No! I'm joking! I mean I'm just worry that Akira Kun might find out about, well,…" Tsuna hesisted. " us, you know?"
"Us?" Dino repeated incredulously, glancing between them with unease. "I didn't know you are into pedophilism, little brother!"
Reborn shook his head and struck his ex-student on the head. Hard. Honestly, Dino would never grow up. The infant thought as he explained. "How many times I need to say this to get it into your thick head? I'm way older than you, Baka Dino. You should not judge one by their appearance."
"So, you are a pedophile?" Dino gaped. "My teacher is a pedophile! Yuck-Argh! Not the face, Reborn! It's my life!"
"I may have successfully train you into a good enough fighter." Reborn pulled his hat down, shadowing his eyes as the Vongola boss tried to tend to the whining Dino, who, for some reasons, kept peeking at Gokudera's direction. "But you lack common senses, Baka Dino." The infant said with unmoving calmness, sparkles blooming around him. "Age doesn't matter in love."
Tsuna was inclined to agree, until, he remembered whose romance all of them were discussing about.
"Hang on! You correct him on the wrong thing, Reborn!" Tsuna couldn't believe how insane the people around him were. "I mean us, as in our family, the Vongola, you know? Not as in that kind of us!" The Vongola Boss cried in embarrassment.
Reborn was tempted to smack his second student for his insolence. Reborn is never wrong. But he mused over what his student said and asked. "Would you mind explaining why he shouldn't know about," at this, the infant carefully selected a better term, "our relationship?"
"I shouldn't know about what?" Akira, who, along with Gokudera, had walked closer to the trio, though the distance between them should be enough to fit 5 persons, asked in curiosity, before bemused amusement took over his bright eyes. "Don't tell me… you swing that way, don't you, Tsuna?"
"No!" Tsuna cried in horror.
"But you two are always together." Akira pointed out.
"Because he's my private tutor! Of course, we need to be close!"
"See? Exactly my point." His cousin smiled teasingly.
Tsuna willed his rushing heart to calm down as he growled, which came out as a pathetic squeak in his high-pitched tone. "You got in all wrong, Akira!"
"Don't worry, Tenth. I trust you." Gokudera, ever the faithful friend, gave his surprised and relief boss a thumb up. "Though, Reborn Sama is a little small in size, his wisdom and experiences make it up. Though my sister won't be very pleased, but I'm certain that I could protect you against her! My faith in your happy ending will never waver! In fact, having a little boy as lover mig-"
"You can stop now, Gokudera." Tsuna cut in, finally overloaded with bullshits. He might be compassionate and generous to the point of fault, but when his straight reputation was at stake (what if Kyoko heard this awful rumor?); Tsuna wouldn't be hesitated in defending himself, even if it meant brutal force.
Honestly. How could they think up such craziness? Him and Reborn? May be in ten years. Crash that. Twenty years wouldn't be enough! He addressed his rare serious gaze at Akira. "There is nothing between us. Nothing! Reborn is just a tutor my father sent to train me, because he's too much of a sucker to do it. Come on." Tsuna sighed at this, automatically returned to his usual sulks. "Who are they kidding? Xanxus is insane so his wish to become one is easy to underst satnd but me? I don't even want to associate with the Vongola family in the first place, nonetheless to become their boss an-"
Snapping his hands to cover his mouth, Tsuna groaned mentally.
Did he just say what he thought he did?
By the gleeful smirk on Reborn's mean face, yes, he did.
How could he be so stupid? Oh man, he just had to screw up everything! And to think, Reborn thought he was potentially strong enough to gain the title of Decimo. However, when noticing the indifference in Akira's face, Tsuna perked up hopefully.
May be he could save the situation? May be Akira was in fact, just as clueless as Yamamoto? May be, despite that intelligent look, his cousin was just as hopeless as Ryohei? Putting on an innocent face (why couldn't his eyes and mouths stay stilled!) Tsuna coughed and shook his head. "No. Wait. Er…Er-I-I mean I'm totally not forced to become a Boss of some mafia family or something! Seriously, I—um, yeah, so…"
The brunette wished Reborn had taught him burrow instead of Vongola mannerism. Dino was chocking on his spits. Reborn was shaking in a corner, no doubt, with laughter, while Akira himself, looked blank. Or, at least, Tsuna guessed so, as the mask had hid half of his cousin's face, leaving his emerald eyes, which framed with thick lashes, bored intensely into Tsuna's flushing face.
"Of course!" As if hearing his silent desperate plea, Gokudera came to the rescues with a straight, devoted face. "How could Tenth involve in some mafia family? That's totally remarkable as a joke, Tenth!"
May be Gokudera is going to be his trusted right-hand man, after all. Tsuna gazed at his best friend in admiration, amazed but pleased at the sudden-developed mind-reading skill of his storm guardian.
"Wait. He's not in some mafia family?" Akira looked puzzled.
"No, duh!" Tsuna smiled at the convinced tone of Gokudera. Who knows the bomber could be such a great liar?
"He's the freaking Tenth generation Boss of the prestigious Vongola family!" The silver head shouted and Tsuna's chin touched the ground. Blissfully unaware of his friend's dislocated jaw, Gokudera continued with fond enthusiasm. "He's the future head of the most powerful and most influential underground organization! Some mafia family? Who do you think my Tent-"
"Gokudera, you idiot!" Tsuna shrieked, covering his dense friend's mouth with a firm grip, although, unfortunately, not in time to prevent any secret being spilled.
"You haven't told him." Akira, strangely, was not in any doubt or major emotional break down to hear this news. In fact, he looked plain amused.
"Not yet." Reborn replied, still giggled quite merciless at the general stupidity of his student and his student's subordinate.
"Is such information confidential?" His cousin asked.
"No." Reborn smirked. "But what the fun in telling him so soon? Mystery is a delicious spice for life after all."
Now, it was Tsuna, who was in confusion. What's going on? He glanced with suspicion from the amused Akira to Reborn, who was wearing that expression - which Tsuna knew so well – that meant nothing good was to happen soon.
But before the brunette could be able to clear the doubt that was growing in the pit of his guts, Dino suddenly stepped forward (to be honest, the Vongola members had forgotten the poor man was still there), and did an action that was, in absolutely no freaking way, predictable.
Dino kissed Akira's hand.
And the tone the elder blond was using was hardly anywhere near casual. "How are you, Mio caro? You are very, very beautiful." Tsuna and Gokudera never, ever thought, the clumsy, childish boss of the Cavallone family, could utter such… lines. (The Storm guardian even banged his head to the tree nearby, just to make sure he wasn't in some kind of twisted, not to mention grossed, nightmare.)
Inner had every right to melt into a puddle of goo with hearts alighted in her eyes, actually, in everywhere and every place. While Konoha was famous for its fine shinobis and kunoichies, it was not a popular area for born romantic men (good-looking, yes, but definitely not romantic. In fact, more like lunatic ones). To be fair, one in a while, if a woman looked hard enough, or squinted long enough, she could actually find a decent passionate man and Sakura was one of those lucky girls, who didn't have to do a thing and over-adoring men still seek her out. However, Lee was not particular high in the list of suitable men for Sakura Haruno, partly, because of his green spandex, partly, because Sakura refused to associate herself with anyone owning such killer (literally!) eyebrows.
So, image the kunoichi's astonishment when she heard a flirty line from a very gorgeous man whose eyebrows were decent and not wearing anything close to green, nonetheless spandex!
Too shell-shocked, Sakura let her guard down enough that the Italian blond could slyly pulled her mask down. Once her face was exposed, Sakura was positive she saw sparkles danced in those dark chocolate orbs.
Titled her head, cupping her chin in which a position any woman would faint for (Inner already did), Dino purred in a velvet smooth tone. "Indeed, I'm very wrong. You're more than beauty of life itself." At this, he raised his fingers to caress the frozen pink head's face and gently brushed the side of her hair, a gesture, which no doubt, would make any girl swoon and declared their loves for him. "You are the sunshine. The glorious moon. A shinning star amidst the dullness of night sky. Will you be mine, mio caro?"
Inner was more than eager to yell: Take me now! However, Sakura was not.
Sure, she was flattered and more than captivated with this hot stranger, who, for some reasons, wanted her. However, as Sakura, like most other women, started to experience the delicious heats whenever one to be near such sexy man, the kunoichi noticed a part of her – and which should not be found anywhere in a normal feminine body - twitched.
It was only then that the whole picture slammed back to Sakura.
He, or Akira, was getting arousal.
By another man. (And Sakura repeated: a healthy biological MAN!)
Gosh, gimme a break. Sakura muttered, ignoring harshly the scene of male on male action inner was shamelessly drooling at. After what feels like centuries, finally, a decent man shows up and then, he turns out to be a god damned homo. I'm so lucky!
As the fluttering butterflies in Sakura's stomach transformed into an army of seagulls that were more than eager to escape from the cell which were concealing them, Dino smiled at the darkening flush - which was in no way remotely associated with pleasant emotions - on the other's face. He snaked a hand around Akira's toned waist, another hands trailed down his hair, then the shinobi's chest. The Italian breathed. "And the answer, mio caro?"
Even if Akira was more than willingly to punch a hole through the disgusting homo's face, Sakura held her temper. She reminded herself that she was under the Sexy no jutsu, which meant, she was more attractive, which, could mean, this stranger, whom Tsuna called Dino, was mistaking Akira for a girl.
But if he did, Akira commented sarcastically, then we must be one hell of a muscular tomboy.
" Cut it out! My reply is: Hell! No! Leave me alone, you faggot!" The shinobi snapped, trying and failing to wiggling his way out of the painfully close proximity with a derange, though handsome, man.
"And to my greatest regret, may I know why?" Dino's face had grumbled to be replaced with a crestfallen heart-broken look. Even if Sakura's resolve broke at the first sight of those terrible puppy eyes, Akira was not giving in.
He refused to be gay.
Akira yelled "Because, in case your thick head hasn't realized, which you clearly haven't, I'm a man, you meathead!"
Dino blinked. "So?"
The pervert is a homo. Sakura concluded in pity while Akira was getting more and more vexed by the fact that Dino was bending too low for anyone's liking!
"You're pissing me off! Shanaro! I'll give you 3 seconds to get your paws off my butt, you creep!" The shinobi shouted. "Start from now! One! Tw-! Hey! Get away from me! I mean it, fag!"
"You are going to be one of us." Dino murmured, as if getting more turned on by the resistance Akira was putting up.
"No way in the hell I'm one of you! I'm straight, damned it!" Akira tried to expain, but his words fell into deaf ears. The Italian man, completely ignored the tantrum the shinobi was throwing in his arms, dreamily lowered his head in an angle that made it's harder and harder for Sakura to evade.
Hell, the perverted bastard just had to be bloody strong and Sakura's charka bank was absolutely drained from the earlier fights (with both Hibari and Gokudera being the cause) and Gosh!
Dino's face was just inches away!
"Tsuna Sawada! Get your ass over here and help m-" Finally in a dead corner, Akira screamed desperately as he glanced to the right and if this was a twisted comedy or cartoonish world, his eyeballs would have budged out from their respectable sockets.
Reborn had just shot a bullet.
At Dino's direction, which - Sakura fearfully recognized - was also hers.
Yep, a fucking fabulous day. Akira muttered.
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Translation:
Mio Caro: My dear.
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A/N: I'm happy that I can finally get this idea out of my head. Dino was not supposed to play such a big role, but somehow, he did. Hope, you like the chapter. Also, for those who were thinking Dino was extremely OOC, he did have a reason for his action. Keep in mind that I do say romance is a long way to go. I'm not going to break that. Hope you have enough hints.
Anyway, thanks for reading. The reviews, once again, were what pushing me to write this chapie. Thanks a bunch for those who reviewed!
Also, I'm thinking of getting a beta reader, who can fix my poor excuse of grammar. I'm not picky, just desperate in need for someone to correct my mistakes. PM me if you are interested.
Alright, see ya!