Chapter 4, "One-sided Argumentation"

Pairing : GiottoxTsuna (G27)

Disclaimer : I don't own KHR

Warning: This fic contains yaoi (boyxboy love)! Don't like? Don't read. I've warned you.

A/N: Please forgive me for my god-awful tenses or idiotic choice of words or over-used words or any spelling mistakes! Simply, all mistake I did….but yeah. I'm trying my best here DX!

Enjoy~

A yawn escaped my lips as I brought my hand up to stifle it. "I ended up working on those papers for the whole night…" I growled, rubbing my tired eyes. I sat down on my chair, putting my elbow on the table. Just before my head landed on my arms, I heard my name called. With an annoyed groaned, I looked up.

"Yes…?" I answered. "The principal called you." The perverted, ignorant, evil man? Ugh.

I stood up lazily, and started to walk to the principal's office. I remember the way without any effort; he used to 'teach' (more like, drilling it into my head) me Italian a few months ago.

My hands stopped several inches before I knocked on the elegant door, nervous feeling started to grow along my veins. Who knows what kind of hell waiting for me behind this single layer of wood! I took a deep breath, and a set of knock march was heard.

"Come in." an oh-so-familiar voice called from inside. I wrapped my fingers around the handle and turned it to open the door. I have to be careful, or the door might fall apart and I'll get into more troubles (more than those I'm getting now). That man is abusive toward the piece of furniture, you see. My eyelids are closed; another pointless rule from him.

"Excuse me—" my words were stolen by my lungs, converted into oxygen due to my stopped breath. Eyes widened, I averted my gaze to the smirking devil, grandly referred as 'principal'. I tried to ask 'why is he here?' without success, which results to my lips moving without a sound, while my finger pointed to the sitting blond teacher I just saw yesterday. A light blush rushed to my cheeks, making the devil's smirk wider.

"I assume that both of you know each other, then," he placed both his elbows on the table; a sign to be serious, even though his lips are smirking lightly.

"The reason I called you…is because I want you to accompany Giotto over there—" ," he gestured to the blond teacher on the couch, "—at school, to be his translator,—" a playful smirk," —because he's not really good in English." The principal ended. His fedora didn't cover his eyes, making the evil gleam on it visible to me.

"But he can use a translator!" I tried to object in English. Hurting Giotto's feelings is the last thing I would ever want to do.

"You know translators suck." The principal rolled his eyes, replying to me in English as well.

"There are other students better than me in English!"

"No one is better than you in Italian, apparently." Hell, you were the one who made me remember everything about Italian! "And you're in the Communication Section of the Student Council, right?"

I growled dangerously. I know I've lost, but still…ah!

"If I'm with him wherever he goes, how about my classes?"

"Arrangements can be done."

"How exactly is that!"

"Giotto covers every subject. He can be your private tutor…you two are neighbors, after all. And your grades are not in danger, last time I checked."

"When was the last time you checked? And how about the tests!"

"Yesterday. You can have them after school."

"But there are meetings after school, Reborn! And Hibari-san will definitely kill me if I don't attend them!" I'm getting desperate.

"I'll just talk to him. And it's not like you can't fight him off." He lightly said. I grimaced.

"You haven't asked for mom's approval, right! You can do the job, anyway!"

"I have, and she was more than excited. Unfortunately, I have to take care of the school." He lied.

"You never take care of it! Basil and I are the ones who had to handle the problems in the end!" now it's his turn to growl. Basil was my childhood friend (more like acquaintance), but he moved to America a month ago. "And this is an international school! How was he able to be accepted, when he's not really good in English!"

"He's Timoteo's only son, and you know what that means." Damn. I missed the 'Vongola' in his name! That can only mean one thing: Giotto will be staying at Japan for the next 10 years.

Timoteo's ancestors were the founder of the school in Italy, and this is only one of the branch schools from around the world. Every generation of the Vongola are obligated to stay at Japan for 10 years, and then back again to lead the base of the school.

That's only for outsiders to know. Unbeknownst to them, Timoteo's family has another side of them. Reborn told me once, and I vowed not to tell anyone about it. The Vongola also rules the mafias in Italy as the largest and the strongest family. Real mafias, seriously. Scary, I know. I would think that it's a joke, too; that is if I had missed Reborn's serious eyes when he told me about it.

"You just have to translate his words. Is it that hard?" he said, as his eyes silently asked me, 'Should I train you harder?' I shivered.

"N-no, but—"

"Hence, please take care of him. You'll gain extra credits, anyway," he smiled. "Damn you." I muttered under my breath. "What was it?" I heard a vein popped, so I quickly replied with a "Nothing!" "I shall see you later. Now go." Reborn started to speak Japanese again. That's the end of the one-sided argumentation, I see. A gush of wind flew out of my mouth in form of a sigh.

"Let's go, Giotto-san." I spoke in Italian, offering a hand to the blonde. He took my hand without any questions, and I dragged him out of the room, black clouds and thunders over my head visualizing my bad mood.

"Oh, right. You will be staying at Giotto's house, too, until further notice."

"WHAT?" I stared at him unbelievably as I gripped the door handle harder than necessary. The wood started to crack lightly.

"Your mom went to America to accompany your grandma, and your belongings are in Giotto's house already."

I don't mind spending time with Giotto, actually – but with his godly – uhm, nice appearance, fangirls are bound to show up any time now.

And sadly, I don't need any more people to have negative thoughts about me.

To be continued~

A/N: Lol, I swear, Giotto must have been feeling left out.