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RATING HAS BEEN SHOT.
I officially started working...two days ago. Updates might come a little slower now :C This chapter contains foreign language, so there's gonna be a glossary right down there v. Also, I apologize to all those native speakers. I slaughtered your language(s).
Onion Gratin Soup's recipe comes from Kitchen Princess [I love that manga 8D]! There will be more recipes coming from K.P. c:
Italian:
Nella pentolino pieno di fumo, c'è poca pappa All smoke, no fire (It's an Italian idiom).
Che cosa? What?
I-Italiano? I-Italian?
Normalmente, direi 'pignatin pien de fum, poca papa ghé', ma non ero sicuro se si può capire. Io sono di Milan. Tu? Normally, I would say 'all smoke no fire', but I wasn't sure if you would understand. I'm from Milan. You? [Basil says 'all smoke no fire' again but in a Milan dialect].
Sicilia...Sono stato a Milano per un po...È una bella città Sicily...I was in Milan for a while. It's a beautiful city.
Sicilia? Io— Sicily? I—
Basilicum Basil's full name
Piacere di— Start of Piacere di conoscerla, which means 'nice to meet you'.
Va bene It's okay
Non mi dispiace I don't mind
Davvero? Really?
Meraviglioso! Wonderful!
É bello It's beautiful
Ciao Bye
Japanese
Mochi a Japanese rice cake
Hai Yes
Yakyu-baka Baseball idiot
Still, it was plenty awkward half-running, half-waddling to the locker room. Tsuna sank down against the wall of the locker room as he groaned. He could definitely feel his erection straining against the high quality fabric of his uniform, but he avoided looking at it at all possible costs. What the fuck was he going to do with it?
Embarrassing as it was, it had been a while since he got himself off. Reborn had prevented that just by his mere presence, and he had been too busy during the last year prepping himself for college to pay attention to his body.
He tentatively touched the tip of his bulge, and nearly doubled over from the shock of pleasure that raced up his spine.
He bit his lip. If it was going to be this easy, he might as well go ahead a-and...masturbate. His cheeks flamed at the thought.
"Nnh..." Hibari followed the sound of the soft moan. It couldn't have belonged to anybody else but the herbivore. He rounded the corner to find a secluded area away from the other lockers. As he expected, the herbivore was there. His cheeks were red and surprisingly, his usually wide, caramel eyes were half lidded and his irides seemed to be flecked with amber. His uniform's collar was spread messily and the top few buttons were still undone.
"H-Hah..." Tsuna winced as his moan traveled. He clenched his fist and lifted his hooked index finger up to his mouth so he could clamp his teeth down on it. He stared at his growing problem. Wouldn't it be easier if I...take it out? With a burning blush on his cheeks, he began to reach for his zipper when a hand parried his movements. He jerked his head up to identify the intruder, his face turning a darker shade of crimson as he saw slate blue eyes meet his own.
Hibari let a predatory smirk grace his lips. "I pay back my revenge tenfold, Tsunayoshi."
By the time Tsuna registered the fact that Hibari had called him by his full first name and not by herbivore (what was with that anyways?), the host's slender fingers were already perched experimentally on his erection.
He wanted to ask, what revenge? What are you doing here? But all that came out was, "W-Wha rev—nnh...what are you...m-mnnh...h-he—ah!" Tsuna gasped when Hibari's hand rubbed against his arousal in a stimulating manner, and instantly reprimanded himself by biting down on his finger. The shock of pain wasn't enough to break him through his lust clouded mind. The raven-haired host chuckled at the brunet's incapability of speech that he had caused. If he possessed a different mindset, he would even go as far to call it cute.
A knee went between Tsuna's legs to part them further. The brunet trembled harder as Hibari dug his thumb into his sensitive slit and applied just enough pressure to tease. There was something important hovering at the back of Tsuna's mind, but he immediately forgot what it was as Hibari purposely grinded his knee against his cock. He bit harder on the finger between his teeth to prevent another moan from materializing.
"Hhh..." Tsuna's hips involuntarily rocked against Hibari to seek more friction. The raven-haired host raised an eyebrow as he abruptly ceased his movements. The brunet whined at the cancellation of such a pleasurable activity.
The next thing Tsuna knew was that his back was pressed flush against the wall, his body parallel to Hibari's. He had to tilt his head up to look him in the eyes, and a slight stab of irritation pricked him as he realized just how much shorter he was.
Hibari gripped his hips and lifted them off the wall. Tsuna instinctively wrapped his legs around Hibari, their bodies pressing impossibly closer. He began to demand an explanation.
"What—"
"Midget herbivore."
"Hey!" Tsuna glared furiously at the raven-haired host. He meant to shove Hibari away, he really really did—but apparently his body had other ideas, and his hips thrust upwards against the skylark's body. Electric tingles resulted from the movement.
"A-Ah..." His face burned as he devoted all of his effort into shutting himself up. Heat was starting to coil in his belly.
Hibari smirked down at him. Well, the herbivore had initiated it. Without warning, he ground his hips against the smaller host, a sadistic gleam playing in his eyes as he saw Tsuna's desperate attempt to muffle his moan.
He was surprised when Tsuna rocked his hips back—maybe he had pegged him as a weaker herbivore than he actually was. The doubt was gone from Tsuna's gaze now, and Hibari noticed his eyes had turned into a completely different color. His irides had turned amber and his pupils were a shade of red orange. He didn't know anyone whose eyes did that.
Tsuna continued to grind against Hibari until he was almost stealing the pace from him. The raven-haired male ground his hips faster and harder, driving Tsuna into the wall. From the harsher pants and muffled moans that the brunet couldn't possibly hold back, Hibari guessed that he was getting closer.
Tsuna thought he tasted blood as Hibari mixed in a particularly rough thrust with his powerful movements.
He was finished when Hibari bit down at the sensitive spot on his neck that he had marked earlier, the heat in his lower abdomen tightening painfully before exploding and turning his vision white.
"Ah!" He jerked his head back into the wall as he bit his teeth deeper into his wounded finger. He slumped down when Hibari removed his support. The raven-haired host didn't miss the way Tsuna's eyes reverted back to their original caramel color.
"Ne..."
Hibari didn't stop, but he raised an eyebrow. The herbivore could still muster up some words?
"Does that mean you're not mad at me anymore?" Tsuna asked in a surprisingly calm voice when the skylark was inches away from the door.
Hibari's eyes widened fractionally. This herbivore was interesting. "Maybe," he responded cryptically.
Tsuna let his breath out in a noisy whoosh after he was sure the host had froze as he thought back at what Hibari.
I pay back my revenge tenfold, Tsunayoshi.
His boxers were wet with his cum, and he hadn't thought about it in the middle of their...session. His cheeks burned. There was no way he could walk around wearing the dirtied boxers, and he didn't bring a spare.
Fuck. Hibari got him good.
Daemon wasn't particularly surprised when Tsuna emerged with his hair dry. He had saw Hibari earlier with a smirk that gave away everything. He shrugged. Giotto's kid brother wasn't as good as the real thing. He could picture the wild blond hair spread messily over his pillow now, the pouting pink lips, his flushed face, his pants as he neared his cresting high...
Lambo glanced warily at Daemon. Though he was submersed in his thoughts, the smirk on his face spelled danger for a certain blond.
Tsuna dutifully waited his tables, though he visibly blushed whenever he was near Hibari. The reaction never got old for Reborn. Just to stick it into him some more, he dragged Lambo to fulfill a customer's request in front of him. The sable-haired male didn't notice as he moaned with Reborn's every touch.
"R-Reborn...don't you think that, h-hah, t-this is eno—ah, enough?" Reborn smirked as Tsuna covered his face with his hands and stumbled away, almost bumping into Hibari in his haste.
But...back to business. "No, cow." He started molest—touching him again. This was consensual, just like Hibari and Dame-Tsuna, except that his student was too dense to notice it.
"Oi. It's G's—" Before Hayato could say another word, Tsuna squealed as he ran over to the door.
"Enma-kun!" The silveret was left in the dust as he tried to process what just happened. He twitched as he saw Tsuna usher someone in—he looked like Cozart, but he was shrimpy—maybe even shorter than Tsuna. He never knew Cozart had a kid brother.
Then G's boyfriend in all his glory walked in. He wore his trademark hat, the one that G always delighted in taking off when—oh God. Hayato shook his head. Don't even think about it.
"Hey, is that Cozart?" Yamamoto questioned as he twirled a tray. Hayato jerked in surprise, concealing his wince at the sudden movement. Thankfully, Tsuna's expert bandaging prevented a lot of pain.
"Don't spin the tray like that, idiot! What if it drops?" he snapped.
"But I won't drop it," Yamamoto stated matter-of-factly. Hayato hated that he was right. He wasn't even trying to brag.
"Yeah, it is."
"And that seems to be Enma," Yamamoto observed as he arched an eyebrow. "He looks...kinda different than what I envisioned him as."
"Tch. You know big words too?"
Yamamoto laughed as Hayato bristled. "And how do you know who he is anyways?"
"When Tsuna was giving me a ride, he was talking to someone on the phone. Enma is obviously someone he cares about a lot." Hayato noticed the way the baseball player's eyes were staring straight into his.
He was the first to look away. "Get back to work, idiot."
Arms wrapped around his hips. A feather light kiss against his jawline. "I am at work." Damn customers, fuck you (and thank you).
Hayato relaxed against his will. This was the only part of work that he could be himself. If Yamamoto thought there was anything odd when they were together like this, he could blame it on the acting.
"Takeshi..."
Cozart left for the Primo section after he made sure that Enma was settled in nicely. Tsuna's earlier bout of enthusiasm affected anyone he came into contact with.
"I guess I'll see you in the kitchen once in a while, Enma-kun! I have to go back to my tables now," Tsuna said apologetically. Enma nodded and waved goodbye, but not before noticing something.
"Tsuna-kun?" Enma lifted his hand and pointed to his index finger. Tsuna's was wrapped in a band-aid.
"O-Oh, it's n-n-othing," Tsuna stammered.
"Tell me later," Enma said as he tied the apron around his waist.
"Okay."
When Tsuna was out the door, he stopped dead in his tracks. He just admitted there was something up. And he was going to have to tell Enma.
Crap.
"Kozato-dono? Canst thee get me an onion? The refrigerator is just over yonder." The redhead silently opened the pristine white door, closing it as fast as possible after he found the potato. The cold air was seeping under his thin shirt.
He silently handed the dairy product over to his senpai, who thanked him. The slightest tinge of a blush touched his cheeks when Basil looked away.
He was assigned Basil's apprentice. He didn't end up washing dishes like he thought he would. Instead, he helped the chef whenever he asked for something, and occasionally he was allowed to cook something.
He could tell what the order was when he saw the ingredients piled up on the counter. A block of consommé, butter, some shredded cheese, grated cheese, and the onion that he brought from the refrigerator. There was something missing.
"French bread," he muttered under his breath.
"It's right here!" Basil said as he bustled out of the pantry. Enma blinked.
"...Mochi?" The chef blushed as he shook his head.
"Ay. Look here." He pointed to Tsuna's neatly detailed order.
Onion Gratin Soup. More inclined to Japanese culture than to French, use mochi instead of the regular French bread?
Enma blinked his eyes in amazement. Now if only Tsuna could be more attentive in other things...like school. Not that he had received a failing grade since Reborn, but still. And he must have brushed up on his culinary knowledge, because he was sure that what they learned back in high school wasn't sufficient. The principal almost dying from one of their pies large contributed to their failing grade (hey, no one told them that he was allergic to canned peaches).
"The lad...thy best friend is honest," Basil smiled as he deftly cut the onions into thin strips.
"Yes...Tsuna-kun is."
A comfortable, mutual silence stretched on between them until Basil pushed the onion slivers into a neat pile besides the redhead.
"Kozato-dono. I've been wondering, why has thee come to this cafe?" Enma was suddenly absorbed in his task of heating the butter.
"I uh...Cozart-nii...that is..." the shy redhead mumbled as he put the onion in the pan when the butter finished melting into its liquid gold state. "I...wanted to support myself through college, and I wanted to do something I enjoyed," Enma said softly as he absentmindedly pushed the onion slices around. It looked like they were sauteing well.
"Why this cafe though? There are many spread across Namimori," Basil commented as he added a block of consommé in the boiling pot of water. "Ah, by chance, art thou going to attend Vongola College?" Enma nodded as he blushed slightly. It helped that Tsuna-kun applied for a position and got in...and that Cozart-nii said that this cafe had the best (pastry) chefs.
The chef slid the rest of the ingredients towards his apprentice, giving him the okay to cook the rest of the dish.
"Nella pentolino pieno di fumo, c'è poca pappa."
"Che cosa?" Enma responded on reflex, his eyes widening as he stared at Basil. "I-Italiano?" N-Now that I notice it, he does look Italian...
The chef smiled as he started to whip some egg whites in a bowl. "Normalmente, direi 'pignatin pien de fum, poca papa ghé', ma non ero sicuro se si può capire. Io sono di Milan. Tu?" Enma envied the way Basil's Italian flowed smoothly. He spoke mostly Japanese since Tsuna didn't understand Italian, and through years of little use, his hold on his native language got a little rusty.
"Sicilia...Sono stato a Milano per un po...È una bella città," he added as an afterthought.
"Sicilia? Io—"
"Stop chatting and get to work, Basilicum!" someone chastised crossly. "Don't get caught up in his Italian, kid. He's just happy that he can finally talk to someone."
"O-Oregano!" Basil interjected, a light blush on his cheeks.
The light brown-haired woman let her eyes soften a little when she saw the nervousness in Enma's eyes. "I'm Oregano, and that's Turmeric." She pointed to the tall man across the counter. "Lussuria's usually here, but when things on Uni's side gets busy, he goes to help. Be glad you don't have to meet him yet." Enma shivered a little as he stirred the contents of the pan.
"Piacere di—I-I mean nice to meet you." The redhead blushed. I didn't mean to say it in Italian...
"It's okay. We know a 'lil Italian ourselves," Turmeric said gruffly as he slung an arm around Oregano. "In any case, nice to meet you too." The redhead blushed again as he bowed his head in respect.
"Now get back to work," Oregano said with finality as she shrugged off Turmeric's arm. Basil sighed when her back was turned.
"Sorry, I just assumed that since thou was Italian—"
"Va bene," Enma muttered as he carefully poured the consommé soup in the frying pan when the onion turned a favorable dark yellow color. "Non mi dispiace."
"Davvero? Meraviglioso!" Basil's eyes lit up with delight and the two chatted away in Italian, Enma slightly faltering at first, but as time passed, he found out that he had a firmer grip on his language than he had expected.
When Enma carefully lifted the finished Onion Gratin soup out of the microwave, Basil wiped his hands on his apron and went over to check on the finished dish.
"É bello!"
"..." Beautiful? The soup?
Basil nodded, as if he read Enma's mind. "Food is beautiful, no? It can feed people, get people together, make strangers friends...it's just beautiful." The heartfelt statement was followed by a blinding smile that almost made Enma wince from its sheer brightness. The redhead was unaware of the light shade of red that adorned his cheeks.
"Enma-ku—whoa." Tsuna's brow furrowed slightly in concentration. "You know from that position, it kinda looks like you're kiss—" Enma reared back before the brunet could finish his sentence. He hadn't noticed when Basil had gotten so close to him over a bowl of soup.
"É bello." Enma flushed a darker red as he realized he had repeated Basil's earlier words out of sheer nervousness.
"C-che...cosa?" The redhead's eyes widened almost to a comical level. Too many surprises in one hour.
"Y-You know Italian?" Enma stuttered.
Tsuna tilted his head innocently. Enma noticed the way his hair always seemed to bounce when he did that.
"...No." The redhead suppressed a sigh. "But," Tsuna continued, "Giotto and G speak Italian all the time, and I got uh...sort of..." the brunet blushed pink. "Um...mad? B-Because I never understand what they're talking about!" Tsuna said in his defense as Enma repressed the urge to roll his eyes at his best friend's antics.
"So..." Giotto-dono taught thee?" Basil asked as he placed the bowl of soup in Tsuna's tray.
"I only know a few words or phrases, like...ciao!" The host smiled mischievously as he whisked the tray off the counter and walked out with a backwards wave.
"The lad had a sense of humor," Basil commented. "Though if I ever catch him being cheeky..." the chef brandished an eggbeater. Enma couldn't hold back a laugh.
"You two will find yourselves on the end of my spatula if you don't get back to work," Oregano threatened.
"Hai," the two chorused. There were no fun and games after that (Oregano looked quite capable with that spatula), but they shared a few laughs when they were sure their senpai chef couldn't hear or see them.
Tsuna gulped. The way Daemon was smirking at him like he knew what was going on more than creeped him out. Even though he hadn't made any passes on him for the last couple of hours, he could be lying in wait, hiding low, biding his time...Tsuna shook his head frantically to dispel the thoughts. He was being too paranoid...right?
You can never be too paranoid enough around Daemon Spade.
Giotto's words kept on ringing in his head. Tsuna shifted uncomfortably on his feet. He was glad that the uniform wasn't scratchy or anything of the sort. It could've been worse.
Poke. Something prodded into his side.
Huh?
Poke. Poke. Po—
"Hieee!" That went way too close to his nether regions for comfort. He turned around to glare at the culprit, only to smile when he saw that it was Yamamoto, who was skating figure eights around him.
"Hi, Yama-kun. Do you need something?"
The baseball player smiled back easily. "Not really, but did you notice something strange with Hayato today?"
Tsuna froze at the mention of the silveret. W-What should I tell him? He gnawed on his lower lip as he thought about how Hayato was so against on seeing Yamamoto.
"I-I think you should give him some time," Tsuna said carefully. "But not some time alone, or he'll think you're ignoring him."
"Thanks, Tsuna!" The brunet squealed as he was lifted in the air. "You're the best advice-giver ever!"
"Oi! Put the Tenth down!" Yamamoto grinned as he heard the familiar voice.
"Alright, pass!"
"Wait, Yama—Hieee!" And he went sailing through the air. He was sure that he was going to hit the ground, but instead, strong arms caught him with a firm grip. "Oof."
"Yakyu-baka! What if I didn't catch him?" Hayato was positively fuming. Ah, that's right, Hayato's wounds are still fresh...
"That wouldn't happen, haha! 'Cause you're the best uke!"
Hayato dropped Tsuna.
And then caught him again.
But not before the brunet was mentally traumatized. T-Those skates could've s-skewered me.
Hayato gently set Tsuna down. Tsuna noticed that the silveret's hands were shaking.
"W-What the hell are you saying?" Hayato yelled. An almost unnoticeable blush dusted his cheeks.
"A-Ah, you play baseball too, Hayato? Yamamoto told me he played but..." Tsuna brushed aside his bangs that had fallen over his face. "Is it fun?"
"Of course! I'm heading over to the batting cages tonight with Hayato. Wanna come?"
"I never said I was going!" the silveret interjected.
"Do you not want to come, then?" Yamamoto said, his smile drooping a little.
"I guess I have no choice if you put it that way," Hayato muttered. The last part was inaudible.
"Sweet! How 'bout you, Tsuna?"
"Can I bring a friend?" Tsuna asked tentatively. "If it's not a bother." But I really want to change into boxers...oh well.
"Sure! The more, the merrier!"
He still didn't understand how that translated into half the cafe showing up at the batting cages. Did Yamamoto invite everyone?
Yay for failing at Basil's whole accent thing he has going on. And also for unintended innuendo between 80/27/59.
First lemon/lime/whatever citrus fruit you wanna call it in a while. Getting rusty.
And also, for you guys that can't follow the Italian conversation:
Basil: All smoke, no fire.
Enma: What? I-Italian?
Basil: Normally I would say all smoke, no fire, but I wasn't sure if you would understand. I'm from Milan. You?
Enma: Sicily...I was in Milan for a while. It's a beautiful city.
(Geography lesson! Milan and Sicily are cities in Italy).
Basil: Sicily? I—
Oregano cock block right here
(ahaha...just kidding...sort of).
Basil: Sorry, I just assumed that since thou was Italian—
Enma: It's okay. I don't mind.
Basil: Really? Wonderful!
É bello means 'it's beautiful.'
Haha, I hope this chapter wasn't too confusing. I still take suggestions/requests on pairings you guys would like to see ;D
Yes, that's some 8400 right there. And also some G/Cozart and maybe Daemon/Giotto.
I haven't decided yet if Giotto would be paired with Daemon or Alaude (the votes are like, one tally apart).
Next chapter will feature batting cages!