First, I apologize. There's no excuse to suddenly quit writing without warning and then come back and then quit again (was that a run-on)? I am continuing this fic and my class reunion fic for sure, and I've been trying to pick up my other fictions. School is busy for me, so I'll try to run updates in between spare moments. Also, I had this big gigantic wall of review replies, BUT DO YOU KNOW WHAT I DID? I X'D THE TAB OUT, DAMN IT. I X'D IT OUTTTTTTTTTTT /ragequit. And me being the person I am, did not save any of it. I am a lazy person by nature. I'm not going to re-reply to these reviews, although the ones I really wanted to reply to I already have through PM. Thank you, my readers and reviewers. You don't know how much a review can cheer an author up or bring them down.
Enough of my babbling. I hope Chapter 7 won't be too bad in terms of grammar and spelling (no spell check. I curse my school laptop). Enjoy!
"I know how to bat! Really! Geeeeeee!" Giotto whined childishly as his best friend corrected his batting form.
"Nufufu, Lal and Colonello are really going at it," Daemon commented.
"Lal, why do you hit so hard, kora!"
"Show me what you got, brat! I'll beat you any day!"
"I'LL DO THIS TO THE EXTREME!"
"I'LL BAT TO THE LIMIT!"
"SHUT UP TURF TOP! YOU TOO, BAND-AID!"
Asari casually stuck corks in his ears.
"Yare, yare. I'll be deaf by the time this is over," Lampo complained.
"At least Squalo—"
"Don't." Lampo glared at Knuckle for even mentioning the taboo name.
"G! Go annoy Alaude instead!" Giotto complained.
"Sawada Ieyatsu." The air suddenly felt suffocating and full of killing intent. "Dragging me to this place was bad enough. If you go any further, I will—" Alaude paused to swing.
Congratulations! You hit a home run at 107mph.
"Arrest you," he finished, his hand dangerously close to the handcuffs hanging off his belt. "And then I'll smash your face in with this baseball bat."
Daemon apparently had no sense of self-preservation. "Nufufu, what a crude way to show your affections." Alaude's eyes narrowed.
"Oh? Why should I listen to you, insect."
"Oya oya, I'm hurt." A scythe materialized in his hands. "Shall we finish this the good old fashioned way?"
Alaude sneered, a look of utter contempt on his face as he reached for his handcuffs. "With pleasure."
"Wait!" Giotto obviously lacked survival instincts as well, because he ran in between the feuding duo. "Why don't you settle this with baseball instead?"
"Nufufu, anything for you, Primo-sama." Giotto inwardly twitched at the nickname, but managed to keep his outer composure calm.
"Hn..."
And so, the battle for Giotto's love commenced (Giotto: W-What? It's nothing of the sort! Daemon: Nufufu. I'll definitely win this for you. Alaude: …)
Meanwhile, a certain no-good duo was struggling with the basics.
"It's not hard, thou can do it if thou wishedst."
"You almost got it, Tsuna! Just bend your knees a little more!"
"Here, Kozato-dono. Like this." Enma found himself bending and curving into the right places every time Basil gave him a soft command. "Move thy grip down. It is a little high." Enma slid his clenched fingers lower. "Now back up a little, and place thy foot a little further front." Basil nudged the redhead's foot forward. "Bring the bat back—yes like that," he praised when the redhead correctly set up his batting stance. "When thou swingeth, release thy energy and try to extend thy arm a little further than last time. I'll put a ball in." Enma gulped as the machine ringed and chucked a ball at him. He squeezed his eyes shit and swung blindly.
Thwack. Your speed is 84mph.
"Good job, Kozato-dono!"
Despite Enma's progress, things at Tsuna's end weren't exactly looking up. The brunet couldn't hit the ball at the right angle.
"I'll adjust the height limit. Here's a tip—just imagine the ball is someone you don't like, haha!"
"Someone I don't like?" Tsuna chewed on his lower lip. "I don't have someone like that."
"Just imagine the ball is the pineapple bastard," Hayato said helpfully.
"Oya oya, that's not nice," Mukuro said, with a hurt look on his face.
"Tch. Watch this."
Swing.
Congratulations! You hit a home run at 97mph.
Hayato smirked. "Works every time."
"But Tsunayoshi doesn't feel that way about me...right?"
Congratulations! You hit a home run at 101mph.
"Whoa. Good job, Tsuna!" Yamamoto whistled. "For your first hit too!"
"Thanks, Yama-kun," the brunet intoned.
"Tsunayoshi-kun—"
"Don't bother me."
"So cold."
Tsuna's swings were fluid motions, like he was never clumsy just a minute ago. His eyes were flecked with amber. Hibari-san.
Alaude won by a narrow margin.
"Nufufu, you can't determine anything with a ball and a bat. Let's settle this like real men." Daemon's scythe made its reappearance.
Alaude smirked, handcuffs in hand. "Gladly."
Giotto sighed. "A loss is a loss, Daemon."
Swing. Shatter.
Warning—if you break another piece of property owned by this batting cage, you are violating rule no. 17, and you will be escorted out immediately.
Giotto smiled sheepishly when G gave a look that said I told you so.
"Wait, Primo!" Giotto turned around to face Knuckle.
"Winner should get an extreme victory kiss," he said seriously.
Giotto didn't miss a beat in answering. "Later." Knuckle was always starting something with him and Alaude (which he appreciated), but it was somewhat strange, because his father was a priest.
"Hey, who wants to bet on who can hit the hardest? Winner gets Giotto's body," G declared, instantly causing everyone nearby to shift their attention to him.
"What?" The blond abandoned his baseball bat and leapt on his best friend. "Son of a bitch, don't make my body a prize!" G cackled as Giotto pounded his fists against his back. "Maybe I should throw in your virginity too."
"EXCUSE ME TO THE EXTREME!" Knuckle yelled into a megaphone that he must've pulled out of thin air. Only Asari remained oblivious to Knuckle's amplified voice—Giotto was going to have to ask him for some of those corks someday.
Everyone else flinched.
"We're going to have a contest. Whoever hits the most extreme ball wins. Winner gets Giotto's virginity," Knuckle said seriously, his face totally blank of humor. "And uh..." G whispered something in his ear. "And they also get treated to dinner."
"Haha, that sounds—"
"If your name is Yamamoto Takeshi, you may not participate."
"Aw!"
"Knuckle! Don't stake my—"
"You get three balls. Commence!"
"KNUCKLE, GIVE ME THE DAMN THING!"
"Yes boss!" Knuckle chucked it to Giotto, who immediately raised it to his mouth.
"Just to set thing straight—"
"Which you're not, kora!" A few sparse chuckles here and there followed the comment.
Giotto glared at Colonello. You bastard, I am so going to tell Lal about that time when we were little and you dressed up in girl clothes. "My vir—" The megaphone was snatched away from the blond.
"It's still on!" G then proceeded to smash he amplifier into smithereens.
"G..." Killing intent swamped the area.
"Think of this as payback for showing my baby pictures to Cozart."
"Oh G..." The blond pulled his best friend closer by his collar. "If I lose it to Daemon, I'll never, ever forgive you." G's grin widened.
"You won't. Alaude will suffice." The redhead cracked up. Giotto's glare (pout) did nothing to sober him, though he got the message when Giotto swung the bat near his crotch area.
"Just kidding. I won't let that bastard touch you—oh hell, I think your brother's winning."
"Nice try G," Giotto growled, "You're still going to die."
"No, seriously. Look at the scoreboard. He's number 27." Giotto's eyes trailed over the numbers until he reached 27.
Holy shit. His little brother was whooping ass.
Wait. "I think this is the first time Tsuna has ever held a baseball bat in his whole life."
"Baseball is easy. You just hit balls with a stick," Lampo drawled.
"Why aren't you playing? G has an excuse; I'm going to kill him later," Giotto said before looking at the scoreboard again.
Lampo sniffed in disdain. "This is so beneath me. And I have no interest in your virginity."
"Yeah, who cares." G rolled his eyes not-so-subtly. More like you can't hold a bat to save shit. "Your brother, Alaude, and Daemon are a couple points apart, and this is the last ball."
Giotto sent a swift prayer to every deity he could think of. Anyone but Daemon.
It seemed that the gods were on his side today, because his prayers were answered.
Congratulations, player 27!
"Aw. I was looking forward to a night with Primo-sama." Daemon, to his credit, looked disappointed.
Tsuna, you saved me! Cue joyous running to one's little brother. He halted when he saw Tsuna's eyes. Why aren't they brown?
"Tsuna?" His call seemed to snap the brunet out of his reverie.
"Yes, Giotto-nii—"
"Good job, kid." Colonello gave him a congratulatory pat on his back which seemed to have a little too much force behind it, because it almost send the brunet face first to the ground.
"Colonello/military bastard!" Giotto and Hayato shouted at the same time.
"Sorry," the blond replied somewhat sheepishly as he readjusted his bandanna. "You okay, Sawada?"
"Y-Yes, Colonello-san." Giotto noticed his eyes had reverted to their original color. "What did you want, Giotto-nii?"
"Thanks for saving me."
Tsuna smiled. "Anything to save your chastity," he said half jokingly. Giotto would've hugged Tsuna to an inch of his life if not for the fact that a crowd had already assembled around them.
"What was your trick?" Giotto asked in a whisper to Tsuna as he put up his batting equipment.
"Huh?" The brunet furrowed his brow. "I don't really remember." Giotto arched his eyebrows. Huh.
"So, who's going to dinner with us? It's on the house for you, Tsuna!" Yamamoto said with a grin.
"I'm extremely late to a meeting with someone. I can't go," Ryohei said apologetically.
Colonello and Knuckle started catcalling.
"Is it Kurokawa, kora?"
Ryohei grinned as he put up his bat and inserted his payment into a machine. "It extremely is."
"I would love to go," Daemon started, "But I have places to go, people to—"
"Rape," Lampo coughed under his breath.
"Oya, being cheeky now?" Daemon pressed his scythe against the male's throat.
"G-Giotto!"
"Daemon, stop scaring Lampo." Giotto glared at the pineapple-headed male.
"Scary? Me?" The scythe disappeared in a flash. "Nufufu, I'm not scaring Lampo." Daemon started to stretch the male's cheeks. "See? We're just having fun." The blond face palmed but let it go.
G cleared his throat. "Besides Ryohei and Daemon, who else can't go?" he asked when everyone had gathered around him.
"Oregano-san and Turmeric-san already left," Enma said softly.
"So did Skull and Verde," Asari said. "Knuckle left with Ryohei, and Lampo is leaving right now."
"Colonello and Lal are sneaking out," Yamamoto observed.
"Shit, we got caught, kora."
"It's all your fault, idiot!" Lal hissed.
"Well, have to go to prior engagements, kora."
"Like a date?" Yamamoto guessed.
"Yeah—"
"It's not a date!" Lal denied vehemently with a light blush that was slowly reddening.
"It's just a...take-your-beautiful-girlfriend-out-to-a-nice-restaurant kind of thing, kora."
Before Lal could protest, Colonello scooped her up in a princess hold and whisked her out.
"So...a date, right?" Enma said confusedly.
"Thou hath cometh to the right conclusion."
"Kufufu, looks like he's going to get some tonight."
"Shut up, Mukuro. There are children here." The blue-haired male smirked at the blond. They both knew what he was thinking. Only your brother Tsunayoshi-kun is a child here.
"So the only ones going are us..." G did a head count. "10." After confirming who was going he asked, "Where do you guys want to eat?"
The silence of contemplating was broken by a giggle. "Stop it, Mukuro." Eight pairs of eyes fixated on the duo. Mukuro looked like he was tickling Tsuna. Giotto twitched dangerously.
"Kufufu, give me a good reason why."
"Because he said so, pineapple freak!"
"That doesn't count as a valid reason, octopus dog," Mukuro retorted.
"What in all seven hells is an octopus dog?" Hayato spat.
Mukuro sighed. "How many times do I have to tell you, puppy. There's only six hells."
"Oi, so now I'm a puppy? Why the hell—"
"Nnha...stop fighting, you two," Tsuna pleaded with a light flush on his cheeks. Someone help me!
Yamamoto looked down when he felt a light tug on his sleeve. "Oh hi, Enma!"
"Yamamoto-san. Tsuna-kun...can you...help?"
Yamamoto paused briefly before breaking into a large grin. "Sure." He nudged Hayato and whispered the plan into his ear. The silveret rolled his eyes but nodded.
"Whoa! Hibari has a girlfriend?" Heads snapped towards where Yamamoto was pointing at a speed that Yamamoto feared they were at risk for a whiplash. Even Giotto spared a glance from his preparations for killing Mukuro.
The distraction bought enough time for Hayato so snatch Tsuna away. Yamamoto smiled sheepishly.
"Maa, it'd be interesting if he actually did have one, don't you think?"
"That tonfa bastard will never get one," Hayato muttered as he stood Tsuna upright.
"Why isn't Hibari-san here?" the brunet asked.
"He doesn't like crowding," Asari stated matter-of-factly as he pocketed his ear corks.
"Oh." Somehow it wasn't that surprising. "I'm okay, Giotto-nii," Tsuna insisted as his brother fussed over him.
G snapped his fingers. "Let's go to Takesushi!"
"Our place?" Asari and Yamamoto said at the same time.
"Yeah, since we got Italian last time."
"Alright, who wants to ride with me?" Giotto asked cheerfully.
It was deathly quiet. No one raised their hand to accept the blond's offer.
Suddenly, Giotto smiled sunnily at the unsuspecting blue-haired male. "You'll ride with me, right, Mukuro-kun?"
Mukuro recovered quickly. "I'd love to but—"
"Really? Let's go, then!" Giotto dragged Mukuro after him with an amazing show of strength.
"Do you think we should plan for his funeral yet?" G said with a serious face.
"After we eat," Hayato grumbled. Tsuna sweatdropped when G nodded.
"I can only fit 4 people in my car," Tsuna said as he gestured for Enma to join him.
"Basil, Alaude, and Asari will ride in your car then," G decided. "Me and Yamamoto will ride in Hayato's." The silveret scowled as he spun his keys around on his index finger. "Any objections?" G asked for Hayato's benefit.
"Yes, to your girly pink hair," the silveret muttered.
G pinched the bridge of his nose. "Okay, none. Let's go."
Much to Hayato's and Giotto's utter disappointment, Mukuro survived.
"He's harder to kill than a cockroach," Giotto muttered, his lips hardened in a thin line. "All those stunts for nothing."
"One day we're going to get him," Hayato scowled. "His brother too."
"When that day comes, weapons are on me," G said graciously.
"I don't need you insects. I'll kill them myself," Alaude said his quiet voice thick with malicious undertones.
Tsuna gulped at the almost tangible murderous aura.
"It's considerate of you four to discuss my death ahead of time, but I prefer not to lose my appetite when our food's about to arrive," Mukuro said, his face still a shade paler than it usually was due to Giotto's driving. Tsuna was slightly surprised to learn that Mukuro still had an appetite considering what he had gone through.
Enma and Basil were discussing kitchen techniques when Tsuna suddenly leaned jerked against Enma, who easily tilted towards Basil, who crashed into Hayato. The domino effect continued until it stopped at Alaude, who sat next to Tsuna.
"Hie! I'm so sorry!" Tsuna apologized profusely.
"What happened, Tsuna-kun?" Enma asked softly when they finally righted themselves.
"Nothing. I thought I saw Hibari-san, but that's impossible," Tsuna said as he rubbed his eyes.
"You mean the young fellow sitting over there?" Tsuyoshi, Asari's and Yamamoto's father asked as he set down their orders in their respective plates.
Tsuna whipped his head towards the direction Tsuyoshi was pointing towards.
"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you guys Hibari was here," Yamamoto said nonchalantly as he untied his apron and handed it to Asari.
For some unknown reason, Tsuna blushed and laid his head down.
"He bought Hibird and Roll along too," Asari added as he passed the aprons to his father.
Tsuna propped his head up between his hands. "Who's Roll?"
"His hedgehog," Hayato replied flatly. "I don't see why he doesn't get a normal pet."
Hedgehog? I didn't see it back in the dorm. Ah, maybe it's like Hibird and comes and goes when it wishes, Tsuna thought. He scrunched his brows together as he chewed on a piece of tuna roll. It felt like someone was watching him.
"I haven't seen this one before," Tsuyoshi commented, his eyes trained on Tsuna. "Is he new?"
"His name is Tsunayoshi, but just call him Tsuna. He's my adorable little brother," Giotto said as he hugged Tsuna affectionately. "Isn't his name a lot like yours?"
The sushi master smiled. "It is. I'm Yamamoto Tsuyoshi, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Tsuna managed to offer a shy smile. "Nice to meet you, Yamamoto-san." He felt slightly weird adding on the honorific.
Tsuyoshi nodded and proceeded to grin widely as he turned to Hayato and clapped him on the back. "Still treating Takeshi well?"
The silveret hastily swallowed his food before he choked on his food and muttered something like "Yeah, but that baseball idiot is so hard to take care of."
Tsuyoshi chuckled and shared a knowing look with Asari before leaving them to eat in peace.
Giotto was the first to start something. When G was chewing—therefore vulnerable—the blond seized the change to steal a piece of sushi from the redhead's plate and stuffed it in his cheeks.
"Victory!" the blond crowed in between mouthfuls of sushi.
Everyone went on the defensive and guarded their precious food except for Tsuna and Enma.
G, the unlucky victim, glared at Giotto just for the sake of glaring.
"Giotto-nii, you can just trade, you know?" Tsuna said wisely.
"He stole my meatballs the last time we went out to eat," Giotto said in his defense.
Tsuna sighed. "Just take some off my plate, since I'm not paying for it anyway. And…" The brunet ducked his head shyly. "Thanks for treating me, G."
Enma followed suit. "I thank you too…G-G-nii." The miniature redhead blushed.
Several jaws dropped. G quickly recovered. "No problem," he returned easily. "And mini-Cozart—I mean Enma—did your brother put you up to that?"
"Um…Cozart-nii said it would make you happy," Enma murmured.
Giotto hooted. "G and Cozart, sitting in a tree, F-U—"
G clapped a hand over his best friend's mouth. "Shut up, Giotto."
"You're blushing," Giotto teased. "If you get any redder, it'll clash with your hair—what are you doing, Tsuna?"
The brunet picked up another piece of sushi with his chopsticks and stuffed it in his mouth. Yamamoto and Hayato followed suit. "Chubby Bunny."
"Oh, I want to join!" Giotto said enthusiastically.
"Not 'nuff sushwi. And yours ish spwicy, so nawt a gwood idea," Tsuna said, his words mumbled due to the food in his mouth."
"Crap." The blond sighed, then his eyes lit up. "Hey G—"
"No."
Giotto sunk down in defeat and prodded his remaining food around on his plate. "You're so mean." G rolled his eyes for the tenth time that evening.
"Tsunayoshi! Tsunayoshi!"
Hibari POV
I was slightly irritated that the table near me was filled up with the café herbivores not two minutes after I sat down to enjoy some peace and quiet, but I reasoned that I would be fine as long as they stayed away from me and kept their noise level down to a minimum. Probably.
"Piii," Roll mewled softly as he nosed the food plate. I fed a roll to him.
Hibird was bolder. He would fly from his place on my shoulder and peck my fingers until I gave him something, like he was doing right now. I gave him a piece of sashimi to sate him for the time being.
I was surprised that Hibird flew away right after he devoured the raw fish. I turned my head around to see where he was flying—he was restaurant trained, so there shouldn't be a reason for him to—
"Tsunayoshi! Tsunayoshi!"
My eyes twitched by their own accord. I pocketed Roll, throwing another fish roll in with him for good measure as I stood up and headed towards the herbivores' tables to retrieve Hibird.
He was never that troublesome before he met Tsunayoshi.
The thought made me recall this morning's event—and my lips curved in an almost unnoticeable smirk.
"Owh! Hibird—hur!"
Even without looking, I knew that Hibird hard pecked the herbivore's fingers for food. But why…? Did his voice…
This must have been the first day since I was a child that I was rendered unable to control my facial expressions, because my lips formed a crooked smile before I quickly hardened it back into a scowl. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice.
The only reason why I had such a deformed expression on my face was because the herbivore had actually looked like an herbivore this time, I convinced myself.
Herbivores were weak and defenseless creatures that formed groups and crowded to protect themselves. It was a perfect term to apply to people.
"H-Hibrari-sahn?" I wondered how the herbivore had managed to stutter with that much food stored in his puffed up cheeks.
He was the perfect human embodiment of a rabbit.
I offered only a scowl as I beckoned for Hibird to join me. I glared at the yellow ball of fluff as he contemplated if giving up a bowl of roe was worth it.
After what seemed like an age of deciding, he flew back to me.
"Hibari! Hibari!"
I sighed inwardly and turned around to head back to my table.
"Yo Hibari, why don't you come and eat with us?"
"Let the bastard leave, dammit."
"Kufufu, I loathe to agree with you puppy, but I fear that I must."
"Maa, maa, Hayato, Mukuro, he's not that bad!"
"Not that bad my ass," Hayato muttered.
My irritation upped tenfold.
"No," I rejected tersely.
When I felt the tug on my jacket sleeve, I snapped and drew out my tonfas from its hidden compartments.
"I'll bite you to death." I lunged forward, only for my arm to snap back when I saw a cuff encircling my wrist. "Alaude," I hissed.
My damn brother only smirked in response.
"We prefer not to have weapons in here," the flute herbivore said calmly, shooting a look to Alaude as well.
"I'm sure my brother would love to join us. Right, Kyouya?"
I stiffened at the use of my first name. No, I would never join your pack of herbivores. But I was cornered. Alaude's tone meant business. I had no idea what he could gain from this apart from my discomfort, and the enjoyment from harassing me.
When his cuff retreated, I put up my tonfas and sent Alaude a glare with the most concentrated amount of hate and loathe I could summon.
"Don't seat me anywhere near the pineapple herbivore unless you want to see his blood," I growled.
"The farthest place away from Mukuro would be in between me and Tsuna," the blond omnivore said (anyone that could make my brother show anything but indifference was automatically classed as an omnivore. The pineapples don't count).
He missed the way his herbivore brother was shaking his head frantically.
I smirked when he caught me looking at him. The herbivore blushed madly.
I noted to myself that I shouldn't do this too often. I didn't need my ego to get too inflated.
The herbivore put as much distance as he could between him and me when I sat down. He was literally glued to the red-headed herbivore that sat next to him.
I scowled as I remembered where I was. Squeezed in between an herbivore and an omnivore at a table full of herbivores. It was no wonder I lost my appetite.
"Tsunayoshi! Tsunayoshi!" Hibird left my shoulder in favor for Tsunayoshi's head. I was doing to have to reprimand him for recognizing an herbivore later.
"Oya oya. Looks like the bird's torn between his master and Tsunayoshi-kun," Mukuro teased.
I threw a plate at him. It didn't shatter against his face like I hoped it would.
"Kufufu, go easy on me today. I just recovered from a life threatening experience," he said as he set down the plate. The pineapple herbivore always overdramatized things, but even I could tell he was a shade paler than usual.
Hibird was back to perching on the bowl of roe.
Everything suddenly felt too loud. I shoved my noise-cancelling earbuds in and closed my eyes.
Might as well take a nap.
I cracked an eye open when I felt something nudge into my side. I was only half-asleep, after all. I couldn't let down my guard in front of people, no matter how weak they seemed to be—and these herbivores weren't particularly all too weak either. The blond omnivore made a gesture of apology. I closed my eye to douse his suspicions. I had saw him signal behind his back at Alaude.
This should be interesting.
After 5 minutes passed, I opened my eyes to table that was missing two people. I stood up, not minding that Hibird wasn't following me. He'd most likely give me away anyways.
The first place to check was the men's bathroom. When that search came up fruitless—in some sense I was glad that they didn't decide to meet up in the bathroom of all places—I quietly picked the lock of the employers only door. It opened without a sound. I left the door slightly ajar so that I could make a swift, silent escape if necessary.
The room was darkly lit. Boxes of sushi vinegar and nori were stacked into orderly columns. I carefully sidestepped anything that would alert someone of my presence.
I was glad that I stuck to the shadows, because nothing in the world could've prepared my eyes to see what they saw. My face scrunched up in disgust. My brother had the blond omnivore pinned against the wall with his body and they were currently…what did herbivores call it? Sucking face? Making out? Alaude's hands cupped the omnivore's—Giotto's—face—I've never seen him be that tender.
I felt bile rising up at the back of my throat as I thumbed around my pocket for my phone. I guessed that I probably had 30 seconds to a minute left before I threw up from looking at them for too long.
When my phone was finally ready in my hands, I was glad that Alaude that insisted on buying high-tech devices. This needed to be quality blackmail material. I made sure that the flash was off—there was enough light for the phone's camera lenses to detect the two—and that all sound effects were disabled.
I steadied my focus, and then pressed down on the capture button.
The product was perfect for getting back at Alaude.
I shoved my phone back in my pocket and made my getaway. In my haste, my foot scuffed the edge of a box—a sound that Alaude would normally pick up on if not for the fact that Giotto had moaned his name at the same time.
My mind was set on a single track—get the hell out of there before my nausea got worse and before Alaude discovered me.
The rational part of my mind was thankfully still working when I reached the door. I silently closed it behind me.
"Hibari-san?"
Sorry, I have a habit of ending on cliffhangers xD And that part when Basil was teaching Enma how to bat? Yeah, I was like..."this sounds like the hokey pokey." -facepalm- Please take some time to review! I'd love to hear your feedback :)