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Things to note(?): There will be servants and butlers and the likes, apart from the mafia subordinates of the Vongola Famiglia. Also, I apologize if there were any spelling or grammatical mistakes.
This particular chapter may be repetitive, I'm sorry. I ran out of words to use!
Discaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Class Reunion
Chapter 2
By Shiki Chama
Yamamoto Takeshi grinned as he strolled to Gokudera's library, fingers fiddling with two invitation cards.
"Hayato?" He asked happily, poking his head into the humongous room. As expected, the silver-haired Italian was sitting on one of the luxurious chairs, scribbling something into his notebook, piles of magazines and books and other articles around him.
"Hayato?" He called again, this time in a sing-song manner, gaining the attention of the Storm Guardian.
"What?" Gokudera Hayato snapped, looking at the Rain Guardian. "Stop calling me that, damnit." The Italian cursed, pushing up his frameless glasses up the bridge of his nose. He brushed his silver hair out of the way, green eyes glaring at the intruder.
"Haha, don't call you by your name? How funny, Hayato." Takeshi smiled, easing himself into one of the chairs opposite of Gokudera. He placed two invitation cards on the table.
"I found this in our room today," Takeshi began. "There's one for me and there's one for you!" He grinned, taking delight in the way Hayato's eyes looked away, the slight flush on his cheeks.
"Wha-what the hell, have you been trespassing into my room again?" Hayato growled, his pianist fingers nimbly opening the invitation card, but his eyes still lingered on the ex-baseball player's smiling face.
"Haha, what are you talking about? It's our room, isn't it?" Takeshi placed his arms behind his head. "Half of my things are in there, we share the closet, we share the bed, we share the bath-tub-" he was cut off when Hayato stopped him, face red.
"Shut up." The flushed storm guardian growled, looking down on his lap.
"But I'm just talking about our situation, even the maids and other subordinates thinks so-"
Hayato took a deep breath. "WHOSE FAULT IS IT, COMING INTO MY ROOM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT-Okay, fine, whatever, it's our room, now shut up." He glared, sighing resignedly.
Takeshi beamed before swiftly opening his own card, reading the content.
"Haha! It's a class reunion! I wonder how everyone is doing now?" Takeshi wondered.
After a minute or so of silent reading, Takeshi brought a hand up to scratch the scar on his cheek, a habit he did whenever he was thinking.
"Say… Hayato?" Takeshi asked, looking over to the silver-haired Italian. "Where's the event held at?" The ex-baseball player asked, smile gone as he looked at the address. "It seems familiar."
"You shigure-soenryuu-idiot!" Gokudera screeched. "It's our Namimori Vongola Mansion!"
End
(This has been edited so the Author's note has been cut off.)
For those who need the reminder: (Insert smiley face here)
Shigure-soenryuu-Yamamoto's sword style