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Notes: Hitotsu dake - only one [It's one of Tsuna's character songs. You can go check it out if you want, it's so sweet].
[Brackets] - Person on other line of the phone
Pairing info [Giotto - G/Alaude/Daemon]
G /Asari are not the older version of 8059 (I mean, can you see G as a bottom? No). G is more laid back then Hayato, but they still have equally hot tempers. He's more responsible and cares very much for Giotto's well-being. Alaude/Giotto are kinda sorta like the older 1827, but Alaude's less violent and Giotto's not as clumsy as Tsuna. Daemon, well, is Daemon. There are no words perverted enough to describe his character 8D I don't plan on making everyone in this fic gay.
tl;dr - If you like G/Asari because you like 8059, erase everything you know about that G/Asari pairing.
State of the votes:
Alaude/Giotto: | | | | | [5]
G/Giotto: | [1]
Daemon/Giotto: | | | | [4]
Everything was bathed in white. He stood next to the hospital bed that he has long been familiarized with.
"Fuuta..." The honey-haired boy remained motionless as his brother brushed back his bangs to press a gentle kiss against his forehead. "When are you going to wake up?"
The sound of beeping was getting louder, and no matter what he did, he couldn't tune it out. The life support machines started to flash on and off as he desperately called for a nurse.
"My brother—make the machines work, make them work!" His voice was shrill now as doctors poured in the room and struggled to fix the medical systems. And that relentless beeping still wouldn't stop—it only continued to get louder.
And suddenly, he's running towards a mangled car. He's crying because he knows what he'll find in it, but his body is on autopilot as he scrambled through the crowd of faceless people.
He's only concerned about one person even though there were other passengers. The overpowering beeping sound still wouldn't stop.
He wrenched open the door. It was slow to open even though he pushed his whole weight against it.
"FUUTA!"
He woke up with a start. Perspiration was damp on his forehead and coated his back, but there was a pair of strong arms that circled him and held him tightly like a brace.
He was a physical person—he needed physical comfort. Giotto knew this, so he continued to hug him to his chest instead of whispering soothing words in his ear. He wouldn't hear them in his current state anyways.
His recovery time had lessened over the years. Tsuna let his breath out in a tremble as he glanced at the clock. 6:10. It was past time to get up. He nudged his brother.
"Giotto-nii, it's okay to let go now," he said softly. He didn't force a smile on his face when Giotto slowly released his arms and looked at him worriedly. "I had a bad dream," the brunet said in a small voice.
"Oh Tsuna," Giotto murmured as he ruffled Tsuna's hair, comforting him yet again. "Want me to make breakfast?"
"No, it's okay. Go back to sleep, I'll see you at work, nii-chan." The older brother kissed his younger sibling's forehead before shuffling back sleepily in his room.
Tsuna stared up at this ceiling, willing it to give him answers. After a few silent seconds, he grabbed a pair of fresh clothes from his drawer and went to shower.
He eased slowly out of the parking lot, cautiously checking both sides of the street before stepping on the gas.
Vongola College was surprisingly easy to get to—just a few short blocks from where the cafe was located. He parked his car carefully before stepping onto campus, automatically feeling insignificant as he took in its vast entirety. He flashed his student ID to the guards so they could let him pass through the gates.
He would've gotten lost if not for the detailed directions Giotto had written for him. He stood open-mouthed at the door of his new fraternity house when he finally got there after several wrong turns.
It was huge, almost 5 times the size of a normal house. Before he could even ring the doorbell, the polished wood swung open.
"Hie!" Predictably, he jumped back in surprise.
A stout, slightly short male stood at the door. "Key, please?" Tsuna fished around his pockets for an awkward minute before finding the silver item. The man inspected it before shortly handing I back.
"I'm Giannini, the doorman. Welcome to Vongola."
"Nice to meet you, Giannini-san. I'm Sawada Tsunayoshi, but please just call me Tsuna." The brunet consulted his map again, figuring that he had to take the stairs, and nodded politely at the doorman before he ascended the steps. He admired the paintings and decorations on his way to his dorm room, taking care not to touch anything after he almost knocked an expensive-looking case of its equally expensive-looking and fancy table.
He stopped in front of Room 18, noting that it had a handwritten '27' beside it. He inserted the key, holding his breath as it created a resounding click.
The rising sun cast its beautiful orange beams all over the room, which was not overly large but was still quite spacious. He pocketed his key as he quietly closed the door behind him. One side of the room had stacked boxes piled up on the side—his.
He was making his way over to his packed belongings when he was abruptly pinned against the wall.
"Room. Why are you in it?" his attacker growled, his voice still heavy from sleep. Tsuna squeaked, then peered closer as he realized that the person with the mop of raven tresses was...
"H-Hibari-san?" Yes, definitely him—he can smell the lavender and green tea scent that was so uniquely Hibari.
"Hn, it's just you, herbivore." He relaxed then, and Tsuna was left pinned against the wall by the elder's weight.
"H-Hey. Hibari-san?" The brunet poked him cautiously. No response. When he heard slowed breathing, his eyes widened. He couldn't be...! He tilted his head up to look at the male's face. His long lashes cast shadows under his eyes, and he noticed the slightly dark circles under them. Hibari-san must be very tired... Tsuna took a moment to admire his senpai's striking features before his eyes settled on his lips.
For what seemed to be no reason at all, his heartbeat sped up and his breaths became short.
M-Maybe he could...well...their mouths were just inches away...Tsuna jerked his head back at the treacherous thought, wincing as it hit the wall. No no no no. Bad thought. In all of the movies he watched an in all of the manga he read (okay, he admits he reads shoujo, but at first, it was only out of pure curiosity...), the person always gets caught red-handed. Always. No matter how advantageous the situation seemed to be.
Well...this wasn't a manga nor a movie. Tsuna shyly peeked at Hibari from under his lashes. He was still sleeping.
The desire to kiss him was getting stronger. He mentally threw up his hands (since they were pinned down in reality) and resigned himself to his impulses.
Slowly, he closed the distance between them and gently pressed their lips together.
Soft, but firm. Just like the first time. Satisfied, he pulled away. He breathed a tiny sigh of relief when he saw that the elder was still sleeping.
Now...to get Hibari off of him. He wriggled his arms to test how much room they had. Surprisingly, the raven-haired male was more lax than he had thought, because he could easily maneuver him around until they reached the edge of his bed. He gently shrugged the older male off of him and softly placed him on his mattress. Then he rushed back to his side of the room—tripping over a box along the way.
When he safely made it to his bed, he buried his face against his pillow, his nose scrunching up slightly as he took in the unfamiliar smell.
He blushed madly as he recalled the stolen kiss.
Wait.
If Hibari hadn't wanted it, and Tsuna had just about all but forced himself on him...didn't that mean that he had just...
Hieee! I just m-molested Hibari-san!
Hibari POV
The herbivore continued on arranging his possessions, completely unaware that I was awake, and had been awake ever since he had stepped foot in my room. I winced as he squeaked in surprise when he dropped something—a picture frame, from the looks of it. It was irritably loud.
I sighed inwardly as I cursed my alertness. It made getting a decent amount of sleep a hassle, and there was no way I could sleep through this racket. Even though I went through the trouble of soundproofing my room from the inside and the outside, I often left a window open so Hibird could come and go as he wished. The noises herbivores made outside was deafening, much to my distaste, but I wouldn't sacrifice Hibird's freedom. The yellow fluff ball was worth it, and I knew how it felt to be caged.
It was a feeling I wouldn't mind never experiencing again.
I glance at the clock. The red digital numbers read 7:15. I mentally cursed as I saw that I nearly wasted an hour watching the herbivore unpack. It was a boring task, but there was nothing better to do since I couldn't fall back asleep—or so I told myself.
The herbivore—Tsunayoshi—had a head of gravity-defying, light brown hair. It had honey glints in it and often flashed in the sunlight. It also looked soft to the touch. His caramel eyes hid nothing and revealed everything, much like his face. And those coral pink lips—I knew they were soft. He didn't look close to 16, much less 18.
He was too trusting, too naïve. It made me want to curl my lips in disgust and harbor some sort of respect towards him at the same time.
"Hibari! Hibari!" I reached over to pull some birdseed out of my drawer when I heard the telltale chirp. I lifted my finger so Hibird could perch on it, and gazed at him contentedly as he pecked at the food I gave him.
"Is that Hibari-san's bird?" The herbivore slapped a hand over his face in embarrassment a second later. "Of course it is, why did I ask that?" he mumbled. I scowled as Hibird fixed his beady eyes on him. Traitor.
"His name is Hibird."
He gave a soft laugh. It was unlike any one I've heard before. It wasn't sarcastic like that silver-haired herbivore, nor was it easygoing like that baseball herbivore. It was definitely not grossly perverted like the damned pineapple herbivore, and it wasn't as unappealing as that cow herbivore (the herbivore was much more mature than other herbivores his age, and when he laughed, something was usually wrong).
"That's a...fitting name." His smile was genuine.
"Hibird! Love! Hibari!" I raised an eyebrow at the yellow fluff ball's outburst as Tsuna gave a peal of delighted laughter. I knew he was an intelligent bird, but he rarely chirped anything other than my name. I absentmindedly scratched his head while he finished off the seeds. My head snapped up in surprise as Hibird hopped away and spread his wings to fly across the room. He landed in the herbivore's soft nest of hair.
"Er...hello Hibird. I'm Sawada Tsunayoshi." He looked slightly ridiculous introducing himself to the yellow fluff ball, but his efforts were rewarded.
Hibird fluttered down and landed on his outstretched finger.
"Tsunayoshi! Tsunayoshi!"
I scowled as I felt the tiniest twinge of betrayal at Hibird's new found alliance.
As if to make up for it, he flew back to me and nuzzled my cheek.
"Hibird! Love! Hibari!" Although I was pleased that Hibird made clear who his affections belonged to most, I wouldn't let my expressions show—it was still years too early—but my lips dipped in a smile without my permission. I quickly masked it with another scowl as I stood up and walked over to my closet to quickly grab a casual outfit.
Hibird flew away on the way to the washroom. Right before I closed the door, the herbivore called my name.
"Hibari-san!"
"Hn?"
"U-Uh...how long were you awake?"
"Long enough," I answered cryptically as I closed the door.
New dorm mate, huh? I smirked.
Tsuna slipped out of his room quietly. Now that he had unpacked his things and set up his side of the dorm, there was nothing left for him to do but drive to work.
But...wow. Hibari-san as a roommate? He pressed his cool hands against his burning cheeks, willing them to fade back to their natural peachy pale color.
He brushed back the worry that Hibari knew that he had kissed him. The raven-haired male had acted normal enough when he had talked to him.
His head brushed accidentally against someone's shoulder.
"Watch where you're going fucker—" The silveret blinked. "Tenth?"
Ah, the nickname Hayato had given him after commending him a job well done for completing ten customers' requests for cosplay—wait, Hayato?
"Yo, Tsuna!" He knew that voice too.
"Hayato-kun? Yama-kun?" Ehhh? He slid behind Hayato as he saw a flash of familiar red hair.
G paused in the hallway. "Hey, kid. You rooming with that Hibari brat?" Tsuna cautiously nodded his head, assuming that the 'brat' was Hibari-san. G didn't seem to care who he referred to as 'brats.' The redhead smirked as he walked away, as if enjoying his own private joke.
"Crazy bastard," Hayato muttered as he ran a hand through his silver tresses.
"Welcome to the Vongola Fraternity, Sawada." Fon waved casually as he walked past the trio.
"Whoa, 'grats Tsuna! You're the first newcomer I know!" Yamamoto said as he friendlily slung an arm around his shoulder.
"Y-You—I—how many people—" Tsuna struggled to find the words that were just dancing at the tip of his tongue.
"Everyone that words at the cafe lives here in this fraternity house—we have a sister sorority for the girls. There's also a subdivision called the Varia," Hayato explained, though his lips curled a little at the last part.
"S-So..." Tsuna gulped.
"That's right. You'll be seeing me every day, Dame-Tsuna," Reborn confirmed with a smirk when he walked past them to grab his fedora off the hat rack.
Tsuna died a little inside with that statement.
Hayato POV
Out of habit, I reach in my pocket for a cigarette, scowling as I felt only thin air. Takeshi grins that stupid grin of his as hands me a lollipop. I kept on waiting for the day when he would forget to bring one or break his promise, but it never came. Idiots like him made me hope for things that have been out of my reach for almost my entire life.
I unwrapped it—it was raspberry flavored today. They weren't revitalizing like Spanner's were, but I grudgingly let them become a part of my daily routine.
Nobody was surprised when they saw Tsuna in the fraternity's dorms. They had already anticipated Giotto's younger brother moving in—and the tonfa bastard's room had long been in need of a roommate anyway.
I passed on the offer for breakfast—too many mornings with Bianchi still had their lingering effects. I was the first to drive to work. I tapped my fingers absentmindedly on the wheel as I arrived at a red traffic light. My thoughts wandered, eventually settling on the new recruit. He looked fragile and too feminine to be taken seriously, but my respect for him had shot up the roof when I heard that the pipsqueak had actually survived Reborn's tutoring for more than three years. Anyone who had managed to keep sane around that man had to have a mind of steel or some shit.
Now that I thought about it, Tsuna was a lot like Takeshi, but unlike that baseball idiot, he was safe.
Takeshi was dangerous.
I knew it when we first bumped into each other on the train to Namimori.
He was returning from a visit to the countryside, and I was on my way to freedom, more or less. The ride had been a long one, and I was at my nerve's end, so when the train had inadvertently shoved him into me, I snapped.
But he didn't leave. He just laughed.
"Maa, maa, you're an interesting one, haha! I'm Yamamoto Takeshi."
The light turned green, effectively jerking me from the memory. I scowled as I floored the gas. Who the fuck gave the baseball idiot permission to invade my mind?
Suddenly, a flashy, dark red sports car swerved in front of me. I stomp on the brakes to avoid crashing into the stupid ass motherfucker and scratching up my baby. The car had been a priceless gift from Shamal, who was the one person in my life closest to a fatherly and brotherly figure. The car in front of me stopped as well.
I opened the door with more force than necessary.
"Watch where the fuck you're going, asshole!" I snarled, not giving a single fuck that I was standing in the middle of the street. I was going to beat that stupid bastard to fucking pulp when he showed his face.
A green-haired male stepped out of the car—I recognized him as Mukuro's brat fourth cousin or some shit. Anyone that was related to that crazy bastard gave me the creeps.
"Fake-prince senpai, you made the silver-haired woman pissy," the petite male said in an eerily monotonous voice completely devoid of any human emotion.
"I'm not a fucking woman," I hissed.
Another male stepped out of the car, one that sported a familiar blond mess that he called hair. My eyes narrowed as our gazes met—or at least I thought they met. I couldn't tell, for as long as I had known him, he had always hid his eyes behind a wall of wild blond bangs like he had something to hide.
His smile stretched into a wide, toothy grin.
"Ushishi~ Looks like we ran into Kitty."
I fucking hate him.
Tsuna POV
I give Yamamoto a ride after the awkward-as-fuck breakfast (ever tried to maintain your virgin status with two pineapple-headed rapists eating beside you?), because apparently he usually hitches a ride with Hayato, who had gone ahead today.
Yamamoto is environmentally friendly—but he whistled when he saw my car. I take that as a compliment.
I'm panicking as I drive. Having someone gorgeous in my passenger seat did horrors to my nerves.
It was when I slowed down at a yellow light did Yamamoto finally say something.
"You're cute Tsuna, you know that?" I wrenched my eyes from their fixed position on the steering wheel to stare at his warm chocolate ones.
"W-W-What?" I manage to say in a strangled and admittedly not-very-masculine squeak. My cheeks heated as he ruffled my hair.
"Hayato would've charged that light, but you're so careful," he said with a grin that was doing little to hold back is laughter. I pout a little before turning my gaze back to the top of the steering wheel when the light flashed green.
"I learned for my own safety. Giotto-nii drives like a madman." Yamamoto was still smiling, but there was a slight tilt in his voice when he responded.
"Aw, yeah. Firsthand experience—I was riding shotgun with Asari and everyone else piled in the back. He drove 80 just to shut us up because we were getting too loud."
I winced for him. My brother, the reckless one.
I want, hitotsu dake, hitotsu dake, to be grasped by this hand
I want to find the strength to protect you now
I recognized my best friend's ring tone right away. I smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I have to take this." Yamamoto nodded. I kept a firm one-hand grip on the wheel as I wriggled my phone out of my pocket and flipped the lid up with my thumb.
"Enma-kun?" My voice sounded a little breathless, even to me.
[Tsuna-kun. I'm here.] I barely shove down a squeal of delight when I hear the good news delivered in the familiar voice.
"Did you move in your dorm yet?"
[Yeah, Adelheid helped me unpack.] There was a pause on the line as the redhead grunted softly. [I'll be at the cafe near 3. Have to visit Cozart-nii first.]
"All right. Ne...Enma-kun, what's your position?"
[In the back...seamster and apprentice chef.] I pouted when I heard that he wasn't working in the front as a host like I was, but I thought that his job was fitting. Enma was a genius when it came to a thread and a needle. But...
"Enma-kun, do you even know how to cook?"
[Sort of. We took cooking classes, remember? Cozart-nii taught me a few things as well.]
"Oh." I gnawed on my lower lip as I remembered something. "Didn't we fail that class?"
[...See you later, Tsuna-kun.] Click.
...He hung up? I stare at my phone in disbelief.
Yamamoto chuckled. "Was that your boyfriend?" I felt heat rush up to my cheeks in record time.
"N-No! E-Enma-kun, he's just m-my best friend—hie!" I shove my phone back in my pocket before I swerve to avoid a very big, very intimidating truck. I rested my forehead against the cool steering wheel when we safely reached another stop light.
My cheeks redden again when I realized something that had the potential to make things very, very awkward between me and Yamamoto.
"Y-You said boyfriend...d-does that mean y-you think—"
"That you bat for your own team?" he finished for me. I gulped, but the baseball analogy was so...Yamamoto-like that it loosened me up a little.
"Er...yeah. H-How did you know?"
Yamamoto smiled. "It never crossed your mind to deny that you're gay?"
Hie! Why didn't I think of that? But then again... "That would be lying," I answered as I furrowed my brow. Reborn would shoot me to death if I wasn't on the straight and narrow path.
He smiled again. "You really are too cute." I blush again as I stepped on the pedal when the light turned green. "Mukuro, do you think he just teases you for fun?" he continued, raising an eyebrow when I nod my head. "Only a few people in the work staff are actually straight. The girls, Gamma, Oregano, and Tumeric...not sure about Basil. But the main point is, most of the hosts are bi."
I was rendered speechless as I pulled in the cafe's parking lot.
"Uh...wow."
"Haha! I know!" I unbuckled my seat belt and stepped out, locking the car behind me.
The first thing I noticed was how pretty the cafe looked inside. It looked just like an ice rink. A red carpet led to the tables. The second thing I noticed was how I was going to end up as as unconscious (perhaps dead if the angle was right) body on the artificial ice because I tripped over an invisible brick (screw coordinated people. I can trip over nothing). The sad thing was that I started off on the carpet before the sudden clumsy moment had sent me flying towards the ice.
Yamamoto caught me before I got knocked out. I thanked the gods that I was with him and not somebody else, because I could think of a whole lot of other scenarios and ways it could've ended (with me going splat).
With Reborn: He would stare at me in horror because I'm his personal coffee-holder, and if I go down, his coffee will go down with me. He'll figure that a loss is a loss.
Splat.
With Hibari: He doesn't care what happens to me.
Splat.
With Mukuro: He'd be too busy raping the hell out of some random boy/girl/who knows who to notice me.
Splat.
With Ryohei: He'd try to save me to the extreme, and I'll pull him down with me to the extreme.
Double splat.
Okay, so from time to time I am prone to melodrama. Sue me.
"Thanks, Yama-kun."
"You weren't even on the ice, haha!" I mope all the way to the locker room.
It didn't even end on a cliffhanger -facepalm- But tell me if I should continue some first person POV's, or if they were horribly OOC in your opinion.
Yes, that is dramatic!Tsuna.
And who would you guys like to see Enma paired up with? At first, I was considering G/Giotto, but they're losing by a landslide...(I guess I'll have to add so much yaoi on their behalf to convince you that G/Giotto is a perfect pairing)
I'm considering some fluffy friendship 2700, G00, and 8400.
This is an AU, so don't count on only the main protagonists/characters showing up.