WALLPAPER SECRECY
DISCLAIMER: KHR is not mine. But trust me when I say that I'm still wishing for it to every falling star I see. Hahaha
'What is up with Juudaime..?'
Gokudera wondered. These days, he can see Tsunayoshi Sawada, lovingly called "Juudaime" by his ever loyal Right hand man (Tsuna insists that he doesn't need one because he will not be Decimo, thank you very much!) check his phone every minute or so.
Then smile.
Then blush.
Then close his phone.
Then look at it again.
Then smile.
Then blush.
Then… you get the point!
It was cute (in a totally platonic way of course, he is not worthy of greatness such as Juudaime!).
On second thought, no one is worthy of greatness such as Juudaime!
No one will EVER be worthy.
Over his dead f*cking bod—there it was again!
The silver-haired teen narrowed his eyes to the direction of the Vongola heir. It was weird. It was puzzling.
And it was making the silveret very, very, very curious.
"Hey baseball freak."
Yamamoto Takeshi turned to the call of the love of his li—I mean, his friend. I repeat, His Friend (capital-letter-worthy). He is still a straight (but confused) teenager (for now).
"Do you notice anything with Juudaime lately?" (This is killing Gokudera; to ask the idiot about Juudaime but he doesn't have a choice—for Juudaime's sake, he will ask even if it's to this idiot he wanted nothing more than to bomb to next century).
You can say he matured.
A little.
In a way.
Just a tiny bit.
Yeah. Ooookay.
"No. he's been the same as always."
He rolled his eyes. Gokudera was an idiot. He wanted to bomb himself—or the left-hand man (not that he acknowledges it).
Maybe he'll double the bombing for the sword-user.
Why did he think that the baseball freak would notice? He doesn't even notice the most obvious things (like the mafia game is not a game, how stupid can he be?)
It's time to investigate this.
Gokudera steeled himself. He will "borrow" Juudaime's phone. By hook.
Or by crook.
Maybe more on the "crook" way than the "hook" way.
Tsuna is a man on a mission.
This is for his (and a certain someone's) future.
He still needs 3 days.
He's been at it for 4 days (weekends included) since Friday last week.
How hard can it be to keep a secret?
Very, very hard. Apparently.
Tsuna sighed. With friends like his, he thought, it was very guilt-inducing and close-to-impossible to keep it.
But he sure as heck will try!
This is for his (not YET existing) lovelife.
"Sorry Gokudera. I can't."
"But why Juudaimeeeee? I just want to look at it for a bit."
NEVER.
Tsuna closed his eyes not to see the very guilt-wrenching (and quite disturbing that it fits the personality of his pup—best friend. Best Friend). Turned his face away, and shook his head.
And because he is Dame-Tsuna still, he ran (yes, because the puppy dog eyes are quite effective based on his previous experience…s).
Gokudera tried. He really did.
But Juudaime is a man on a mission of highest secrecy.
Let it be known that he tried the "hook" way. And now, it is time for the "crook" to make its own way.
He was very, very quiet. The only light is coming from the window where the full moon shines, casting a slight glow to the room he is in.
He crept ever so slowly (no bombs. No bombs. No bombs. This is juudaimes's room. No bombs).
Gokudera looked around. Not on the desk. Not on the bed. Not under the bed.
There!
He saw the orange phone of the Vongola heir on the bedside table (He was an idiot. He wondered if idiocy is contagious and maybe he should stop hanging out with the swordfreak?)
(Naaaaah.)
The Smoking Bomb stepped forward slowly. Watching for the slightest twitch, a hitch in breathing, a break in the sile—
"Who's there?"
And because Gokudera is one of the Guardians, the ever so faithful and brave and strong Guardians, he jumped out of the window.
As much as he wants to see the sacred phone of his Juudaime, his priority is to see the next sunrise (thank you very much).
Because even if he is Juudaime's Right-Hand Man, breaking and entering is a slight offense.
Just a slight one.
Maybe.
One day to go.
A gravity-defying haired boy skipped.
He felt for his phone and flipped it open.
He smiled.
There, as his wallpaper, is a picture he took of the disciplinary head (secretly and covertly, because he will die if Hibari-san knew. DIE he tells you. Just Die).
The picture was taken when the raven-haired prefect just finished biting to death the delinquents in the area and let his guard down as he slept under the Sakura Tree with Hibird.
He was a few meters away and erased his presence (Thank you Evil Baby Tutor).
Snapped the picture and ran away.
And was his treasure ever since (or 6 days ago but who's counting?). Nobody should see this for one week, he heard from the girls in his class (because who will he hear it from otherwise? Certainly not his guard—he means friends. Oh goodness. He was being brainwashed by Reborn to be Neo-Vongola Primo or Decimo—honestly what IS the difference? Slowly but surely. He will never be the boss!). If nobody does, then the person in the picture will fall in like (not love. It's too early for love. But it's a start).
Just one more day. Then it will be complete. For the future. His future. Their future.
Tsuna smiled and skipped again.
Maybe he will be successful again (Ha! Maybe..).
Yamamoto laughed.
He was suddenly grabbed by Hayato earlier this morning (not that he was complaining). Apparently, the hothead is playing hide-and-seek with Tsuna for almost 4 days now.
It sounded fun so he went along with it. (Of course it was not because Hayato asked. Hahaha of course not).
"Shhhh yakyuu-baka (baseball idiot)!" Hayato looked back at him.
They were currently following ("It's not stalking dammit!" – Hayato Gokudera) Tsuna on the way to house as it is after classes. (For a second he hoped that it was to hang out seeing as it was Friday. Just for a second).
"Juudaime will hear us! Be quiet!" Hayato covered Yamamoto's mouth with his hand while looking over his shoulder to take a peek of the walking boss-in-training. They were currently behind a corner street wall.
And suddenly, as if an answer from the heavens, an orange phone fell from the back pocket of the uniform pants of Tsuna.
And with lighting reflexes, Gokudera ran as fast as he can swiping from the floor the gadget and hid behind another street wall before Tsuna—or even Yamamoto—could react.
The young Vongola heir looked behind him and when he didn't see any suspicious person or presence, he shrugged and continued his trek towards home. His last day. The final day. And it will be done.
He walked faster at the thought. Excited to look at his phone inside the privacy of his room (with no prying eyes).
("That's what you think Dame-Tsuna. I see all. I know all." A pair of black beaded eyes glinted with mischief. A small mouth formed a smirk. He ought to ).
From behind the wall, Gokudera calmed his racing heart. He peeked to make sure Juudaime did not see him.
He didn't.
Then he looked down to the phone in his hands. This is the moment of truth.
"Hey Hayato wait for me. You were so fast! You were like whoosh! Hahaha. What got you so worked up?" The black-haired swordmaster-in-training jogged beside him.
He glanced at him but Gokudera focused on the phone in his hands. Juudaime's phone. In. His. Hands.
The silverette gulped. (I'm so sorry Juudaime but this has to be done.)
He opened it. And he gawked.
Yamamoto scratched his head. Hayato went still after opening Tsuna's phone. What was in there?
When a few minutes passed and no twitch or blink from hayato, he couldn't contain his curiosity anymore. He leaned his head towards Hayato and looked.
What he saw made his jaw drop. He would have thought that the person was vain if he didn't know the owner of the said device.
What he saw was a picture of Hibari. As the wallpaper. And from the picture, it was clear that the shot was secretly taken.
He looked at Hayato.
Hayato looked at him.
And with a silent agreement—a silent vow to never talk about this in the presence of their friend (who will blush and stutter and just deny the most obvious thing. To be honest, they all find it adorable but as guardians, they should not embarrass their future leader. Well, they should not embarrass too much their future leader), closed the orange phone.
Just as a panting Tsuna came directly in their view. Looking a bit shaken and flushed from running.
Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. He can't lose it.
Tsuna prayed to all Gods and Goddesses as he back tracked his way home.
Earlier when he patted his pockets as a habit to check his phone, he did not feel anything. His heart raced. He patted his pockets just to make sure. Nothing. He opened his bag. Nothing.
His phone was gone.
He looked around and all places he could have dropped it but did not see any sign of his cellphone.
And as he looked around, something orange from the corner of his vision caught his attention.
It was definitely something orange. And it was in the hands of his right-ha—oh heck Reborn! This is all his fault! His friend. Gokudera is his friend. Gaaaah!
Anyway, it was orange. And It was a phone. It was his phone.
"Gokudera! Yamamoto! That's mine! Thank you!" Tsuna smiled and ran to his friends and smiled.
The phone was safe. Thank goodness!
"Here Juudaime. We found it over there and we were checking who the owner is when you called us." Gokudera smoothly said while handing the phone to his Juudaime. "Right yakyuu-baka?"
"Huh? Oh. OH! Yeah! Hahaha. Tsuna you should be more careful." Yamamoto quickly caught on and swung his arms around the brown-haired boy.
"Haha. Yeah. But. Uhmmm. Did you guys take a peek inside?" Tsuna looked up (Stupid height. He is not short. They were just tall.) and wrung his hands because of nervousness.
The two stopped (momentarily. So fast it may not have happened at all) and shook their heads.
"Don't worry Juudaime. We didn't get the chance. And I am not worthy to be able to peek inside your phone." Gokudera further explained fluidly. Not an ounce of doubt or guilt (Yamamoto envied him. But he has own style).
"Yeah Tsuna. And even if we did, you don't have anything to hide right? Hahaha!"
"Ahahaha. Of course not Yamamoto! Where did you get that?" he laughed weakly. Tsuna can't believe Yamamoto hit so close to home without knowing it. He must be more careful.
"We'll walk with you Juudaime! Who knows what enemy you will encounter. We must protect you." His right-han—dammit! Friend! Tsuna smiled. He misses his friends after all.
And he felt relieved. It's still safe. His secret is still safe.
When morning came, Tsuna woke up smiling.
HE DID IT!
He opened his phone to change the wallpaper at last and hoping to all hopes that it worked.
When the screen lit up, his smiled dropped.
There as his wallpaper is the same picture as the week he had it. The only problem is the added message edited on the wallpaper:
"Dame-Tsuna, your training is lacking. I will have to fix that for you."
Ugh. Evil little baby tutor from the deepest, darkest part of hell.
Tsuna sighed in silent defeat and he fell back down on his bed.
One [Love] trend failed.
Tsuna wants to cry. And he bets all his manga that Reborn knew about it from Day 1.
Devious little baby indeed.
A/N: Aaaaand that's a wrap!
Sorry people. Not a happy ending because Reborn is Reborn. Hahaha! But don't you worry. I'll wrack my brains for another love trend for all of you readers and reviewers.
Speaking of reviewers, thank you NightmareAx7 and Natsu Yuuki for taking time to drop me a message. :D This continuation is for you two because you are awesome! I'll try not to take a month to write the next one. Hahahaha.
Anyway, thank you for reading and say "hi!" to me in the review section or comment, suggest or even criticize, any will do. I'd love to hear from all of you. :p
Till next time ok?
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