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I AM SO SORRY! BUT! There's actually a good reason why this is so late, surprisingly. *ahem* 1st week-end without update: On Saturday I had VASE (Visual Arts Scholastic Event) which was a two hour trip to the place, and all day competition (which they lied to us at and kept me for an extra two hours I didn't have to stay!), and a two hour drive back took that day. Sunday I spent the entire day building a mouse trap car for my physics project which also took, literally all day, thus no update. 2nd&3rd week-end: I got sick. Really sick. I got the flu at the end of Friday that week and I was sick for over a week. Sick enough I couldn't walk around because I felt really dizzy even when I was on the path to recovery. On the first Saturday I could hardly stand, the whole world was spinning, and my fever was hitting 103-104 degrees F. So, yeah, no update because I was way too out of it to be able to type up even a half decent story. (And I hit that-time-of-the-month at the same time too, so I was feeling REALLY bad.) Now, here's where the week-ends start getting mixed up on me. I had to spend a week struggling to make up two or three tests before spring break started, so I was rushing around all week. This last week-end, early Saturday morning, I went up with my dad and brother the visit family in St. Louis, which is a fifteen hour (two day) drive from Texas and we've been there and in Chicago in hotels the whole week with limited internet time and limited computer time so- no chance to update either. There may be another week-end mixed in there, but I honestly can't remember right now.
Oh, and, oh joy, I'm sick again now. And I'm on my period again too. Yay.
On a happier note, I typed up nine of these in about two days, mostly during my time in the car when I was not driving. (Turns out when you get your license your parents expect you to drive relay on family trips. Dang.)
Anyways, this is 14 pages single spaced, so 28 whopping pages long with the double space used for uploading to Fan Fiction. I do hope that helps to make up for this at least a little bit. I will try to get the next update out as fast as possible as well! So please don't hate me you this (but I feel like I might throw up anytime now) and thanks to everyone who has stayed with this story! My parents are seriously limiting my computer time, so that's going to make it a bit harder to update regularly, but I will try my best!
More bad news; I have a bunch of HUGE projects due in the next few weeks and then my mom has signed me up for several six hour classes Wednesdays and Saturdays(?) spanning time through April and May, so that's going to make updating even harder, but I will still try to get chapters out as evenly as possible! THANK YOU all for your support so far and I hope it continues through out this rough patch of update time. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!
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Short Sequels
Gokudera:
"Did you find them yet?"
"No. Are you sure they're up here?"
"Well you're the one who put them away remember?"
"Oh yeah," Gokudera grumbled as he opened up yet another cardboard box.
You rummaged down further in your own box. They had to around here somewhere! Before your hand suddenly hit something that felt slightly odd.
"Hm?" you groped down further in the box before extracting what looked like a lump of burned paper and ashes with a single edge bound, somewhat disgusting in a way and yet somehow familiar. You frowned and carefully peeled back what you supposed was once the cover of the book. Handwriting met your eyes.
Familiar handwriting.
YOUR handwriting.
You felt a vein twitch in your forehead as suddenly not so pleasant memories came rushing back as the few scribbled words sat staring back at you from the remaining ashen bit of page.
"Hey, did you find them?" Your husband asked as he leaned over your shoulder taking in the ashen mess in your hands, somehow missing the deadly aura you had begun emitting.
"What the heck is this?" he asked, "A pile of old ashes? Why would we keep something like that?" He reached down to take the fire trashed object from your hands, slowly peeling back a page. How odd; it looked rather familiar- and then it hit him.
Gokudera looked shakenly from the journal he held in his hands over to you.
"Uh," he stuttered nervously, "d-dear?"
Your hands lifted a particularly deadly and painful weapon from your arsenal and looked back at him from over your shoulder.
Your husband swallowed hard as he was met with the darkest deadly smile he had yet to see.
"So dear~" you crooned out as you lifted your weapon, rejoicing in his fearful eyes and shudder.
"Are you ready for round two?"
Xanxus:
"What the hell?"
Squalo felt his eye twitch impulsively, as he stared at his room. He felt like he had been saying that far too often recently. First he had had to go wake his boss up in the morning, and deliver the news that the Mansion had procured more whiskey and other forms of alcohol or otherwise even he would not have dared to set foot near the man, only to find the Varia's Cloud Guardian sleeping in the same bed with the man. What the hell? Before said man shot at him for waking him up. That much was expected if not for a glass to the head, but even now Squalo was still trying to process the image of the two Varia members in the SAME F*ING BED. What the Hell? And now…
Squalo felt his eye twitch again as he stared at his room, well, more specifically his bed which was stuffed above and below to overflowing with what appeared to be an assortment of all types of whiskey, wine, and other types of alcoholic beverages.
His eye twitched again.
What. The. Hell.
Mukuro:
The tall Italian bluenette leaned back luxuriously in his chair our side of the small but elegant French café as he studied the newspaper he held in his left hand, sipping espresso with the right and attracting flirtatious looks from both attached and unattached women along the street.
"I. Found. You."
If Mukuro was not the amazing king of suave that he was he would definitely have at least dropped the espresso, though he can't deny that it helps to be a master of illusions when you've been startled and want to keep up an appearance.
The killing aura pounded through his senses clogging the airways of the city itself. A killing aura he knew…
"kufufu [Name]…." He turned to face the irate girl behind him laden down with baggage and breathing heavily.
"Rokudo Mukuro. YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE WITH YOUR LIFE THIS TIME!"
Several onlookers in the area shrieked as they saw you send a sudden vigorous hit at the handsome man, who immediately dodged, flipped, and bowed before disappearing into a cloud of mist, but not before landing a swift peck on you cheek.
"kufufu~ See you again [Name] dear."
After a few moments bystanders began to clap at the 'amazing performance'.
Your eye twitched.
"DAMN HIM!"
…
Eight blocks away Mukuro leaned against an alley wall. Spain, Germany, Italy, Switzerland, Mongolia, China, France, Bolivia…just what did it take to get away from this girl?
…not that he would mind staying if she wasn't trying to kill him though…
Ryohei:
You breathed out to warm your hands as you watched your steamy breath drifting up above you and dissipating its wonderful warmth into the frigid snow covered environment around you. He was late.
Actually no, you corrected yourself, that wasn't quite right, he was freakin' 'extremely' late. And due to that hell baby's orders, accompanied by a loaded gun and several pieces of blackmail you hadn't realized existed; you were still out here waiting. In the cold. Under a lamp post. In winter. In the snow. Four frick'n "extremely" cold hours later.
That was it; blackmail or no blackmail, Italian hell baby or no Italian hell baby, if he wasn't here in the next thirty minutes you were going home and, preferably, into your nice warm bed with a cup of hot chocolate to warm the pit of your stomach.
"5 minutes left…."
"[NAME]!"
Damn it.
"WHAT ARE YOU EXTREMELY DOING HERE?"
Oh, how you ached to throw that one text book at him-what was it again?-oh, right, The Complete Works of Physics in History, that was the one.
"Waiting for you obviously"
"Eh?" Ryohei looked 'extremely' confused at that, "Why?"
You just looked incredulously up at him. How could he not know? It was that baby after all, that had told you…
"Ciaossu"
"Reborn!"
"You're late Ryohei, and [Name]'s been waiting here for you for hours already. You should really help her warm up, she's freezing."
"What?" Ryohei quickly look over your shivering, bundled up form. "That is extremely not good [Name]! Here!" He grabbed you wrist and began sprinting off with you in tow before you could protest, frigid air biting at your face, "Come over to my pace! We'll extremely get hot chocolate and you can help tutor me!"
"H-HEY! WAIT!"
Reborn smirked from behind and called after the two of you, "HAVE A GOOD CHRISTMAS DATE YOU TWO"
Unfortunately you completely missed the bright red coloring of Ryohei's face as you tried to puzzle over Reborn's words as the boxer dragged you even faster down the snowy street.
'Date? What? What?'
Hibari:
The prefect's eye twitched.
Hibari stared at the Disciplinary Committee's office, his office, all of which was colored a stark, blinding lime-green.
His eye twitched again.
First it had been the pink Hibird and, he twitched again at the memory, hair dye, then it had been the purple water tank, and now this.
Whoever was doing this was scaling up their antics seeing as he had determined that it was indeed not the noisy herbivore bomber or the baseball herbivore.
Hibari continued his survey of the room as his anger mounted. Everything, from the carpet to the couch to his desk to the walls and ceiling was an eye burning shade of radioactive lime.
Suddenly Hibari heard a small cheep and his eyes shifted actively around the room until he noticed a small, moving, lime green ball of fluff shuffling on his desk.
That was it.
Hibari's killing rage exploded in a concentrated raging cloud of storm and several windows cracked at the intensity while all the students in a 100 foot rage of the classroom either fainted or were at the least windedly knocked off their seats from the pressure.
This was the last straw. Someone was going to DIE for this.
Growling, Hibari spun around and strode out the door of the reception room slamming the door open so hard that it left cracks in the wall…and jostled loose the bucket that had been loosely tied and taped above the door.
Splash
Hibari felt his eye continue to twitch ever more rapidly as he saw the dye drip to the floor and felt the toxic green seeping through his previously perfectly raven-wing black locks.
The killing aura expanded ten-fold and this time almost everyone in the classes below and upstairs dead fainted.
HE. WAS. GOING. TO. KILL. SOMEONE.
NOW.
And the lime-green prefect stormed out of the Reception room to hunt down any and all prey that he could.
…
You grinned and congratulated yourself on your superior ninja skills as you reclined in the tree that grew just to the side of the Disciplinary Committee's room, camera and video camera in hand. Ahhhh~ what another great day it was…
Lambo:
"Hey Lambo, it's me. Come out."
A small whimper from the other side of the door was the only response you got. You sighed and stood back from the door to the fifteen year old's room.
"Lambo, you have precisely five minutes before I break down the door and come in myself. You know I'll do it too.
One…
Two…"
In his room Lambo sat up from under his bed covers suddenly.
"W-wait! Those are seconds!"
"Doesn't matter. Three…"
"Ack!" Lambo jumped up from the sheets, tripping across the floor as his legs remained entangled in the bedding. He made it half way across the room before-
CRASH!
With a splintering off its hinges the door shattered back into the room, missing Lambo's face by inches.
"Eeek!" Hesitantly and with fear in his showing in his green eye he glanced at you and paled further. Although you didn't have the death aura Reborn usually carried around him when he was dealing with the 'dumb cow' as he continued to call Lambo, he couldn't help but notice that you still had the door knob and the chunk of wood it was connected to firmly grasped on your hand, seemingly without even noticing it at all.
"Now Lambo" you had stepped into the room and leaned forwards towards the trembling boy still wrapped in his sheets, "What is going on with you? You've been acting like this around me ever since yesterday at the park when the Ten year Bazooka sent you back. What happened?"
It wasn't like you were all that much taller that the boy himself, though you still did quite well for yourself in that department, but damn did you know how to use it.
"W-well…" Oh, Lambo did NOT want to have to relive yesterday's experiences. You could be even worse than Reborn as far as he was concerned, not that he would ever tell the hitman that seeing as he might take it as a challenge after all, but he did not want to have to risk your wrath ever again.
"Er…i-it was just…um…" The Vongola Lightning Guardian's voice trailed off and you sighed to yourself. This was going to take awhile apparently.
"Hey Lambo"
His head shot back up to look somewhat fearfully in your direction.
"Let's go have lunch, kay? You can tell me something about it then if you want to"
Softly you gripped the cow-boy's shoulder and guided him, still hold his sheets, out of the room.
"I've got some new grape candy I thought you might want to try too…"
"Really?" Predictably Lambo had perked up at the sounds of 'grape' and 'candy' just like you knew he would.
"Of course!" Wrapping an arm around the no longer trembling boy's shoulders you continued to guide him to the dining room.
"And we can talk more about this stuff after, ok?"
"Sure!"
It was good to know that some things never changed and that sugar was always a reliable fall back.
Yamamoto:
Yamamoto looked around, carefully skirting around the edge of the school when he saw the coast was clear.
Pfft, no he wasn't avoiding you!
…He just wanted to live a little longer was all. After all, the sushi-hair incident still hadn't quite blown over yet. The baseball player shuddered as he thought about the incident, he had spent five straight hours running around the school trying avoid your sword wielding wrath and they'd past Hibari at least three times. Who, to Yamamoto's extreme distress, had not stopped them or decided to merit out punishment for being out of class, but rather had simply leaned back an watched the whole escapade with a highly amused look on his face.
"What are you doing?"
The baseball player jumped nearly a foot in the air and looked sheepishly up from his crouched position on the ground up to your quite higher eyes.
"Why are you hiding behind bushes?"
"Haha," he chuckled nervously, "No reason?"
You just frowned down at him. "Then get up, you're getting your pants dirty"
"Eh-right" the baseball player rose quickly to his feet, silently thanking both his height advantage and long legs that increased his pace as he stayed just out of arm reach, y'know, just in case you decided to pounce.
Well, the fact that you were being rather impartial to his presence instead of threatening to turn him into sushi with his own sword had to be positive progress, right? …Right?
"Um, [Name]," he looked sown at you abashedly, "You know, about, you know, I-I really am sorry about-"
He was stopped by your icy glare directed straight into his own and involuntarily flinched back. You weren't going to suddenly tear him to pieces even without his weapon were you?
"You," your voice started and Yamamoto braced himself for running, "owe me lunch."
"…eh?"
You merely frowned at him, "You owe me lunch. This Saturday."
"Oh." That…was unexpected, but…a broad grin lit his features. "Sure! What do want? How about coming to the restaurant and- actually, how about ramen?" He made a mental note to keep you away from seafood for the next few months just in case.
You nodded in replied as you both walked together into the school.
It wasn't quite perfect yet, Yamamoto thought as he glanced down to you, but hey,
It was progress.
Dino:
You glared at the red-stained golden mop of hair on the floor…which was subsequently connected to the bleeding body of the 10th Generation Boss of the Cavalone family. Turning on your heel and leaving the blonde man lying on the floor you turned and headed down the hallway, examining both the beautiful flowers you held and your severely bloody hands whose injuries had been caused by said flowers.
As sweet as it was for the blonde to get you the several dozen roses in your arms as a gift it had been more then just a bit carless to leave all of the thorns on as he handed them to you.
Needless to say when Dino tripped during the transfer process and caused the rose thorns to rake through your hands, effectively ripping them open with dozens of not-so-shallow cuts, the moment had been fairly well ruined as your dripping blood began to quickly stain the carpet. Said blood of yours was soon joined by Dino's own as he hit the floor after running into the wall and having your fist collide with his head.(Your hands were important dang it!)
Stomping back off to your room with the flowers held gingerly in your arms you soon reached your door and, after setting down the flowers on your desk, pulled out the huge and fully equipped first-aid kit you now always kept within easy reach after much practice.
Finally your gaze returned to the roses and you lifted them slowly and carefully with gauze hands. Smelling them softly you could help but to mutter softly under your breath, "Idiot…"
You sighed softly to your self. That man was an idiot, always had been and always will be, and you knew it but…
You smiled softly into the roses
"At least he has good taste in flowers," you murmured as you buried your nose in their scent.
He was still your idiot. Even though you knew that his clumsy, idiotic self would never change.
…To be honest, you kind of liked that.
Like hell you would ever tell him that though, now you had to find a vase…
Squalo:
"HEY!" you yelled to catch the attention of the Varia members as you walked into the lounge, reading over your list again. "I'm going to the store, so are there any requests for that?"
"Oooooh~ Peachy Passion fruit would be lovely~"
"Alright" you murmured as you began adding the requests to your list.
"Ushishishi The prince wants Tropical Pineapple"
"Keylime Pie."
"Ocean Breeze please [Name]-sempai."
"Blackberry Smoothie and don't waste money"
"Strawberry Cream, Trash"
"Alright…"
"Unscented"
"REJECTED."
"VOI! What the Hell?"
"And last time I got peppermint for the holidays," you murmured to yourself, "So this time it's somebody else's turn to choose…."
"DON'T IGNORE ME!"
"Alright guys I'll be back in a bit," you called back as you left the room leaving a visibly eye-twitching Shark in your wake, "See ya'."
"VOOOOOIIIIIIIIIII! STOP MESSING WITH MY HAIR!"
Promptly ignoring the long haired man you walked out to the car, pondering which of the shampoos and conditioners you would make him use first.
Shouichi:
"BWAHAHAHAHA!"
"Stop laughing!" the red-head lying on the floor protested futilely with a flushed face which shared the same vibrancy as his hair.
"B-but-HAHAHAHA!" you leaned over clutching your white uniformed sides before straightening up and wiping the tears from you eyes "Y-you always f-fall for the s-same t-thing hahaha!"
"Well maybe if you weren't so loud…" your pouting boyfriend mumbled.
"hehe, Shouichi," you grinned as you looked back up at him, "I wasn't complaining." You grinned again, a dazzling smile as you looked down at him.
"It's cute."
"B-bu-," the red-head flushed and stammered worse, "But boys don't want to be cute!"
You just grinned in return, "But you are." And you crouched at his eye level and continued before he could protest again, "you're a smart, adorable, flustered, genius, geek who gets stomachaches and I love all that about you."
Shouichi just started up at you before-BOOM-his entire face turned the deepest shade of red you had yet to see.
You chuckled to yourself before standing and walking back out to the doorway. "See you at breakfast…boyfriend."
Shouichi sat there on the floor staring after your figure moving down the hallway before regaining his senses.
"H-hey!" He yelped as he scrambled after you, legs caught in the sheets and clothes hopelessly rumpled, "[Name]!"
You grinned as you turned and waited for your messy, beloved, stammering red-head to catch up to you. It was a very good, sweet, morning indeed.
Chrome:
"U-um" You grinned across the table at the stuttering shy girl who was shifting nervously in her seat and fiddling with the hem of her skirt, an ever present blush dusted cutely across her face as she stared down at the menu on the table.
"Don't worry, order anything you want," you lifted your menu and grinned, "you've never had Italian before, right? And this is to celebrate, so don't worry about it."
She nodded slightly and lifted her menu with trembling hands.
"Oh, and Chrome?"
Her head shot up and your voice suddenly turned much darker, "Don't you dare order the cheapest thing on the menu and worry about saving me money."
"E-eh b-but-"
"No buts." You stated firmly with authority, "I'm doing this because I want to and you're my friend, besides," you smiled and winked at her, your tone of voice becoming lighter again, "You deserve to get something nice that you want every once in awhile, you're a good girl and deserve to get that much." You looked back down to your menu and missed the vibrant blush that coated the young girl's face. "I can afford to treat you to a good meal every so often, and before you protest," you interrupted her before she could even start, "you're a wonderful amazing girl and you're my friend. I'm going to be there to help, love, and protect you no matter what you say." You smiled at the poor blush girl, chuckling. That color on her cheeks would put a tomato to shame.
Chrome was speechless beyond word coherency, but just as she was about to form words into a sentence another though slammed her straight in the face.
"I-I" he blushing face fell and she fiddled with her skirt hem, eyes downcast guiltily, "b-but…"
"And," you sighed yourself, "before we leave we'll get at least two meals to go after we eat."
"E-eh?" Chrome's head snapped up in wide eye surprise once again as she stared at you in shock.
You grimaced as you put your glaring focus on your menu. "As insensitive, callous jerks as I think they are I know you still care about them and as your friend I am not going to let you kill yourself worrying over them. Though I draw the line at bringing the dog a steak." You growled out. "Uh- that is what you were worrying about wasn't it?" You asked practically with a raised eyebrow when you failed to secure a response from the girl.
Chrome nodded slowly, eye never leaving you. "Good, then that problem's solved and we can get on with having our dinner. Have you decided what you want to order?"
At that Chrome flushed again and fervently returned to scanning the menu. You laughed and smiled at her.
"Slow down and choose something you want. I want both of us to be able to enjoy this dinner, okay?
The girl's one visible eye peeked above the menu in her hands with blush dusted cheeks.
"…okay" and finally one of her brilliant shy smiles graced the room as she laughed.
"You're really too good to me [Name]-san" the purplette smiled as she looked into her menu.
"Not really, I'm just doing what someone should have been there to do a long time ago. I'm just lucky to get to have you as a friend in the first place." And a blushing Chrome look back at her menu again as you smiled at her.
And so the perfect dinner continued. Oh, and you broke down and bought a steak for Chrome to take home to Ken after all.
Tsuna:
"So, what do think of Basil?" Tsuna asked as he sipped from his cup in the little café the two of you were sitting in. It had been some months since the two of you had met and the brunette was no longer quite so afraid.
"Hm? You mean dolphin boy?" You asked as you looked up from your own cup with an eyebrow raised. "He's nice, what about him?"
"Um, that actually, and why do you keep doing that?"
"Doing what?"
"That!" Tsuna flushed as he set his cup down with a clank, "Why do you keep classifying people as animals?"
"Because it's true." And with that the matter was settled, well, to you anyway.
"But…why?" Tsuna complained as he stared at you dully.
"…Ok, maybe this will help," you set down your teacup and looked back up to him, "Everyone is like a different animal, animals in some cases, actually."
Tsuna just stared back at you, obviously comprehending nothing. You sighed, "Look, an animal is like who you are or who you're going to be, that is how I describe them. Basil for instance," Tsuna perked up at the mention of the other brunette's name, "is kind, sweet, playful, and soft. He has a natural curious playfulness and that among other things makes him a dolphin."
"O-okay…" Tsuna mumbled and looked back down to his pants as he blushed embarrassedly.
"Is there anyone else you want to know about, cub?
"Um, Xanxus?"
"Are kidding? That kind of violent, possessive temper could only belong to big cat, like a lion or tiger."
"Oh, then, Squalo?"
You snorted, "Too easy, just translate his name and add in a megaphone for sound."
"Gokudera?"
"Have ever seen a more prissy kitty cat?"
"Yamamoto?"
"He's like a dog, loyal and always with that silly grin on his face"
"Haru?"
"Chipmunk." No explanation necessary.
Tsuna sweatdropped a little at that one but then again he could see the conection.
"Actually," you continued, "I think she might also be crossed with a type of flower, but I'm not sure which one yet."
"…What?"
"Hey, flowers are a living species too, though I've yet to meet anyone who was all flower."
"Er- okay?"
"Good boy. Anyone else?"
"Dino?"
"Horse. Even if he's clumsy as a new born colt he is still, somehow, a horse."
"U-um, m-me?"
You blinked, "Tsuna, you know what you are."
"Y-yeah but s-still," the boy fiddled uncomfortably in his seat and you took pity on the boy's strange request.
"You're a lion cub. You're kind and warm hearted and your loyal and car very deeply about your friends. That loyal drives you to try and protect them all whenever they're threatened. You're a protector and," you stopped him before he could say anything, "although you can't do too much to protect them yet you're going to grow. And that's why you're lion cub. Anymore questions kitten?"
Tsuna shook his head and became immediately far more absorbed in his tea.
"Hey Tsuna, are you okay? Your face is kind of red." You asked concernedly. Why was Tsuna acting so strangely today?
"Er-u-um-" he stammered out and you raised an eyebrow, "WHAT ANIMAL IS [NAME]?" he suddenly blurted out in a compulsive rush.
You blinked at him, relatively sure that he could have blown some of the table settings away with the sudden blast as he turned red again and shifted uncomfortably under the plethora of strange looks the other inhabitants of the café were directing at your table and the question, it had been…unexpected.
Suddenly you chuckled again.
"Tsuna" he looked up to meet your eyes as you grinned, "that's a secret, but," you interrupted another protest, "I'll give you a reward if you can find out."
"Really?" he asked hesitantly.
"Yep. So you better do your best figure that out, ne?
He finally grinned back at you, "Yeah!"
Omake:
Ten years later:
"mmm, hey honey, do you remember our first kiss?"
"Of course," the brown-haired man on the couch next you pulled you in closer to his chest, "the one from the bet you made with me?"
"mmm-yeah," you chuckled, "that was cute, though I wasn't expecting something like that to happen."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, originally I was just going to give you a kiss on the cheek"
"Well, in that case isn't it better that it happened the way it did?"
"Oh, definitely," you murmured as you cuddled more into your husband's chest and looked up at the Vongola decimo, "Well, I think something's missing with this picture, love."
"Is there?" he smiled and you rolled your eyes as you pulled him down.
"Looking in my journal was still cheating you know."
"Well, you shouldn't have left it lying around."
You rolled eyes with your arms looped around his neck, "Oh, just shut up and kiss me."
He chuckled as he leaned down to meet your command, "of course my lioness."
Byakuran:
Hmm, now this was not exactly what you were expecting…you thought as you looked down at the white haired man lying on the floor. You raised an eyebrow as you leaned over and looked down at the man. You were holding a bucket of black paint in your left hand and a messy dripping paintbrush in the other. Black paint, still somewhat wet, coated the ceiling and a great portion of the windowed walls of the large, previously sparkling white office and was brushed over your face and rapidly over the front of your uniform as well.
When your boyfriend had come back early from his meeting and walked in on you, ahem, redecorating the room you had expected, well...fighting? Him chasing you again? Laughing? Just not…
You nudged your prostrate boyfriend with the toe of your boot. While the man, who had fallen back into dead faint upon entering and registering the room's new apparel, stayed unconscious you began to ponder the up and down sides to further room decoration.
Finally you settled for moving Byakuran onto one of his, still pristine, white couches and pulled out another can and brush of shiny white paint and grinned.
You could hardly wait to see your boyfriend's face when he woke up with his room seemingly completely unchanged.
This was going to be a fun day after all.
Belphegor:
"Ushishishi"
Your eye twitched again as you continued pouring yourself a glass of milk and the damn frickin' blonde fake-prince's laugh continued coming like and obnoxious broken record from behind the kitchen wall leading to the hallway. Usually you wouldn't worry about giving someone brain damage, but in this case Bel had been acting VERY weird since you had whacked him with your book a couple weeks back.
He was continually stalking you from behind the walls which, actually, wasn't very effective seeing as he always laughed non-stop which killed all modes of stealth he might have had otherwise.
Downing half your milk you set the carton back down in the fridge and turned and rounded the corner, glass in hand, only to come face to face with ever so annoying 'Prince of the Varia' himself.
"Ushishishi has the peasant come to see the prince?" You stuffed your hands in your pockets and glared down at him.
"I don't want to hear that from the guy who's been stalking me for the last two weeks."
"Ushishishi the prince doesn't know what the peasant is talking about."
"You're just not going to admit it, but it's rather obvious."
"Ushishishi how would that be possible?"
"Because your laugh is freaking annoying. It's impossible to miss, idiot."
"Ushishi, the Prince does not see the peasant's point"
You rolled you eyes. "Because," you uttered through gritted teeth, "I can hear you laughing behind the walls everywhere I go, so I know that you're there. You always give yourself away."
"Ushishi~ The peasant could not have spotted the prince."
"I just explained why I did, idiot fake-prince."
Bel's jaw tightened though his smile remained in place, "The Prince is not an idiot. The prince is perfect and the peasant could not have spotted him."
You could feel the vein throbbing like a herd of stampeding hippos in your skull.
"B~e~l," you started, "We have been over this. BEING A PRINCE DOES NOT AUTOMATICIALLY MAKE YOU RIGHT, NOR DOES IT MAKE THINGS WORK FOR YOU!"
"Ushishishi, of course it does. Because the prince is a prince."
Okay, now a herd of elephants and at least two ostriches had joined the hippo stampede currently pounding your skull.
Your teeth gritted, "Bel. You. Are. An. Idiot. Now get out of my way."
Bel grinned even wider as if that was possible. Now he had you where he wanted and paying attention to him, it was the perfect time to-
"Ushishi the prince-"
-was as far as he got as your eye gave a compulsive twitch. You had had enough. Of both him, and princes.
Like a flash of light your arm had come up and-WHACK-the base of your glass made a lasting impression on the shape of Bel's skull as, once again, the boy was sent smashing chin first into the carpet and you merely stepped over his body, so much like a dirty rug.
Again you glanced back to the body lying prostrate on the floor for what might seem like the umpteenth time, before walking through the doorway and leaving one last piece of aggravated advice in your wake.
"If you want to be a stalker then learn damn well how to be quiet!"
…In retrospect; telling him that might not have been the best of ideas after all.
Reborn:
You leaned back further into the comfy sofa cushions in the dark room as the TV continued playing the movie and you pulled the baby hitman closer into your midsection popcorn bowl on the left and drinks on both sides.
Just enjoying the comfy feeling you snuggled back into the cushions. Hey, you and Reborn didn't have to do your play fighting all the time did you?
"You're such a kid."
"Oh?" you murmured, "How so?"
The Hitman in your lap snorted, "Beauty and the Beast? How can you get much more childish than that?"
"Hey," you protested, "It's a good story!"
"You do realize the Beast basically commits suicide in the original version of the story."
"Which is why we're watching the Disney version, besides the curse gets broken and they get to live together and everything, it's a sweet story."
"You're a baby [Name]."
You snorted, "And this is coming from the toddler."
There was a moment of silence until-"What, nothing about living 'happily ever after', [Name]?"
"No, because I don't think they did."
"Oh?" Now this was surprising.
"Yeah, 'happily ever after' is basically like saying everything was always perfect, happy, and peaceful from that moment forwards and we know that's not how it's going to work out. There's going to be trouble from little things to big and the point is that they'll be able to overcome those things and keep going. Besides, I think the way 'happily ever after' is usually phrased makes for a pretty boring future. I'd like a little more excitement in my life."
"Is that so?"
"Yep."
Reborn snorted again, "So, what do you see in your future then?"
"You apparently."
Reborn blinked in surprise. That was not the answer he'd been expecting.
"You asked the question eight seconds ago, so I guess you're in my future till you leave or I let go."
Reborn smirked and settled back into your arms again, his fedora settling low over his eyes.
"I think I can deal with that" he murmured under his breath as you both settled back down to finish watching the movie.
Omake:
"You know, Reborn, I really miss your adult form."
"Oh?" he grinned, "And why is that?"
You sighed a little, "Because I just would have loved to see that version of you covered in spaghetti. I'm just so sorry I didn't get to see that when you walked into my trap."
You relished his twitch in your arms. What was he expecting?
"Oh well," you hummed happily to yourself, "I guess I'll just have to wait to see that in the future."
"In the future most definitely" Reborn growled out, scowling as he made note to punish you for that properly the moment he got his adult body back.
Spanner:
"Hey Spanner! I have this great idea about-"
"No."
"Hey! Okay, so I know the hot pink Mosca project didn't quite work out (and you got a black eye), but that's not the point."
"No." Cleaning off those Mosca had taken hours and they kept trying to hit him when he took away their coating of paint.
"Alright, and I know that messing around with the power outputs of the Black Spell's box weapons and not telling them might have been a little bad too…"
"No." It had not been fun repairing the holes in the roof that the Black Spell Squadron had made when they used their flying shoes before figuring out that something was wrong.
"And I know the chipmunk idea might have been little far fetched…"
"No." He was not even going to go there. All he was going to say was that it took hours to put out the fire, clean the green stuff up off the floor, and that the whole base was sneezing for days afterwards.
"C'mon! Please?" With his ever neutral expression Spanner turned from the Mosca he was working at to look down at the dejected face of the smaller girl. Searching over your frown and downturned eyes he sighed before turning back to the Mosca and shifting his wrench shaped lollipop to the other side of his mouth before responding.
"Okay, let's hear it."
Immediately you perked up, smiling and eyes sparkling, "Really?"
Spanner nodded, "Yep." It probably wasn't that bad anyways.
"Well," you started off, eyes glimmering enthusiastically, "First we'll need 40 gallons of gasoline and a strawberry berry smoothie…"
Oh dear mechanics; it was that bad.
Spanner turned away in an attempt to escape, but felt your hands suddenly fist into the side of his jumpsuit.
"Waa-aa-aai-t!" you yelled out, "I was joking! Just joking I swear!"
The blonde mechanic sighed in both resignation and hidden relief. "Do you have an actual project to propose?" He questioned.
"Yeah!" you exclaimed, "it's just over there," you pointed to what was supposed to be a planning desk, but had turned long ago into a chaotic mountain of plans and instructions.
"Well, go get them."
"'KAY!" You bounded off dodging robot arms and leaping over and around the various cords and wires decorating the floor of the lab. Spanner watched you go before turning back and shaking his head slightly to himself. You could be far too eccentric and cute for your own good too much of the time.
"By the way," he suddenly heard you call back while rummaging through the desk, "the smoothie-gasoline project is for next week so I'll be needing your help for that one too!"
You giggled as you smiled back at him, "Thank you Spanner!" you called without waiting for and answer before you started ruffling through the plans desk once again.
Spanner sighed and turned back to the mosca once again as he knew he would have no way of refusing to help on that project if you were actually serious about it.
After all; you were far too cute for your own good.
Omake:
"By the way," you called over, "we're also going to need three soda cans, two skunks, one rabid, one not, a sewing needle, and four Mosca circuit boards for next week."
Spanner just kept working on the mosca in front of him.
'Think of the wiring and it will be fine.' He continuously reminded himself.
Well, he'd worry about finding a way to get out alive next week. Hey, it'd worked so far with your projects, hadn't it?
And I apologize once again for this delayed update. I had more written here in the note, but fan fiction deleted it, so this is all a re-type.
Here are my notes/comments for each of the sections of the chapter:
Gokudera: I actually wrote most of this one way before I even thought about doing a special. Right after I did Gokudera's chapter actually
Xanxus: This is actually the Omake that I kinda forgot to type up with the original chapter. I'll write an actually sequel unit if people review and tell me they want it! Now you know where all the alcohol went. Well, some of it. There are alot more places (bottom of pool *cough*) since Xanxus' got so much of it. Want me to write about more of these places and the other Varia members? Review and tell me!
Mukuro: It's not stalking. It's intelligible spying and information gathering. Stalking? Pssh-What are you talking about?
Ryohei: I actually started this quite awhile back, it wasn't working out so I decided to come back to it later. I though I was going to have to restart the whole thing, but all I had to do was take away the last few lines of text I had after Reborn's appearance and it worked out. Preety neat hunh?
Hibari: Want me to write about the Purple Water tower? Review and tell me!
Lambo: Somehow this one feels more 'big-sister' or older sibling to me, but I still really wanted to break the door down...
Yamamoto: Like Ryohei's I started it, didn't like it, came back to it and changed the destination, but still managed to pick up from where I left off in writing it. It was pretty good to be able to do this, I think.
Dino: Fun fact; I wrote this before I actually wrote and finished Dino's actual chapter! It was fun. I think I really like these ones I'm writing about Dino.
Squalo: You all know this happens. I think I did a pretty good job of making it clear who's speaking if not by process of elimination if nothing else. Yes, Fran and Mammon(Viper) are both there if that helps with anything. If you've any questions about who said what; feel free to ask.
Shouchi: He's cute. I had fun writing this one~! No Byakuran trauma this time, sorry.
Chrome: Yes, you can just see everything that is wrong with that girl. She's is just too cute and shy isn't she? By the way, am I doing okay on he personality? Just checking.
Tsuna: I had a lot of fun writing this one too! Want me to write about the first kiss scene? I've got an idea, so Review and tell me if you want it!
Byakuran: I really wanted to use the black paint idea, but I couldn't figure out the right reaction. I think this one actually turned out pretty good all things considered.
Belphegor: This guy just never quits, and yeah you're going to be hitting the 'prince' over the head quite a lot. For some reason I'm feeling really annoyed at Bel. I wonder why?
Reborn: 1) I chose the movie randomly an then I wanted to tie the story in a bit more to the Beauty and the Beast theme and it kind of worked. Take the Omake as you will.
Spanner: For some reason I envision this really hyper-active, petite, red-head girl. Anyone else get this sort of feeling?
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