Gumball Machine
2:31 AM
"Damn trash! Give me the fucking gumball!"
Tsunayoshi swore he felt the ground shake for a few seconds. Turning around to the front of the store, he saw a man threatening to smash the gumball machine.
He liked that gumball machine.
Well, the cashier wasn't doing anything to help - just smiling as always - so he took it upon himself to help the gumball mach- the man. Yes. Help the man.
"Whoa whoa whoa, calm down." He rushed over to the black haired man who snarled at him and then back to the machine, and then back to him. "W-What's the problem here?" Tsuna stuttered at the intimidating male.
"What does it look like, trash? The damn machine stole my quarter and didn't give me my damn gumball!"
"Are you sure you did everything correctly?..."
The glare that could kill them all, turned on him and Tsuna shrunk at the gaze.
"Are you doubting me, trash?"
"N-No…?" Tsunayoshi paled with a shaky grin on his face as a fist entered his personal bubble.
Do these people know nothing about personal space?!
But then the fist opened with a quarter in the palm.
Tsuna stared at the quarter. Then the man. Then back to the quarter. Then to the man again.
"You try and get the gumball then, trash."
Tsuna nodded rapidly and stole the quarter before scooting towards the small machine. Popping the coin in the slot, he watched as the little orange gumball spun down and finally out.
Maybe if I give this as an offering, he won't kill me
"What… the fuck is this? Why did it work for trash like you, and not me?" He snatched the gumball from Tsuna's hand with a snarl and marched away. He turned his head slightly before leaving the building. "I expect you here next week. Same time. Same place."
Tsuna sighed.
Haircut
1:34 AM
"Hieee!" Tsunayoshi shrieked as he ducked, the kitchen knife just skimming the top of his head.
Why does this keep happening?
All he did, was head to the store to get some scissors to open a pack of scissors that he had gotten to open a pack of scissors.
Yeah.
He hated society.
And now, he was being chased by a knife-wielding maniac - this was not how Tsuna wanted to go out. Another kitchen knife - a cleaver this time - skimmed past him. He shrieked again and threw himself to the floor to miss one of the knives that went right above him.
Was it too much to ask for at least one peaceful night? Was it!?
Tsuna was hysterical by now as the blonde maniac continued to giggle - giggle! - at the brunet's misfortune.
"Shishishi. These knives aren't fit for the prince, but they will have to do for this peasant!"
Tsuna considered just letting this 'Prince' end him now. But then he would never open his scissors! And that was his overall goal in life if he was being honest with himself.
He jumped back up and lunged for the door as one last knife went right over his head. He cursed the cashier who never did anything to help. Dropping the scissors, - that needed scissors to open - Tsunayoshi sprinted out into the night.
The blonde just strolled to the spot where one of the thinner knives was impaled into the ground before tugging it out and throwing it backward. It flew straight for the cashier, who in question, caught the knife in between his middle and index finger - all with a smile - and set it under the register.
The knife-wielder bent down with a wild grin and picked up the locks of brown hair that had been cut off in his last attempt. He was honestly awed at this, there was only one person that had hair similar to this. But even so, he stuffed it in his pocket and leisurely went back to knife shopping.
"I wonder how the peasant gets his hair so soft and fluffy."
Crackers
2:34 AM
"Oi, watch where you're going, kora."
Tsuna turned around from where he was looking at multiple brands of crackers and raised an eyebrow at the blonde in camouflage. He sighed and responded with an unamused glare. "Not to be rude, but you were the one that bumped into me."
The blonde looked appalled at this statement and stammered out a response to brunet. "Well, I- uh, I… It doesn't matter who bumped into who. I'm the oldest here, so I automatically have a right to an apology from you, kora."
Tsuna stared at him for a few moments before turning away. "Alright, sorry then." He continued to nonchalantly look at the crackers.
"W-What, no, kora. I demand an actual, heartfelt, apology! As part of the younger generation, your job in society is to respect your elders, kora. Not disrespect." The blonde admonished harshly to the smaller of the two.
"That sorry was all you're going to get out of me."
"Oh really now?"
And then he pulled out a rifle. A rifle.
Tsuna felt a piece of him die that moment.
"I-is that allowed h-here-" His plea was drowned out by the blonde's crowing.
"Are you going to apologize now?"
What was it with people and pulling weapons on him? Tsuna swore that these people were going to kill him one day.
Tsunayoshi wanted to yell, he wanted to scream, he wanted to run home and stay with his mother. But he didn't. He gulped down the lump in his throat and clenched his fists tightly as the cold metal bounced on his skull.
"N-No-"
Click
Well… there goes the safety latch…
...And my sanity.
"Hiiieee! No no no no, don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot!"
"Are you going to say sorry then, kora?"
Tsuna then made one of the most idiotic decisions in his entire life. "No…?"
He ducked right when the bullet flew. It whizzed past where Tsuna's head used to be, flying directly by the cashier - who in question didn't even flinch, and just kept smiling (Tsuna honestly hated that cashier).
"Alright… Alright. Before you shoot again - please don't - at least tell me how old you are."
The blonde scoffed, and set the rifle into place again. "If it makes a brat like you apologize, I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell you, kora."
Tsuna felt sweat rolling down his neck like bullets as a literal bullet was positioned at his forehead. Looking expectantly at the blonde, he tried to wiggle away from the muzzle of the gun.
"Nineteen years old, and your senior, kora. Bet you're like, what? Eleven, twelve? Ha, I'll even go as far as thirteen."
Tsuna held back the urge to facepalm. He took this as an insult to his height.
"I'm twenty-four."
Silence.
"...Oh."
"Yes. And if you will excuse me, I'm going back to cracker shopping."
"Right… sorry… sir…"
Tsuna sighed - for what felt like the millionth time that night - and spun on his heels back to to the blonde. "What's your name?"
"Uh, Colonello..."
Tsuna tossed a box of crackers at Colonello - who in question scrambled to catch them. He looked at the brunet with a questioning face.
"It's been a long night. I'm tired. And you need those more than I do."
Tsuna walked away.
He never got his crackers.
He cried for them.
Produce Aisle
12:59
Tsunayoshi never went into the produce aisle.
Why you may ask. Well, the main reason was that there were always two people - possibly siblings? - that were in that aisle. And it wasn't just because they were people, - Tsuna quite likes people - it was because of the deadly aura that always emanated from the brother of the two -If they are siblings. Tsuna never knew what they - it was more the male than the female Tsuna noted - were angry about. So it was this day, that he decided to ask - he didn't want too, but he needed pineapples for a new recipe he was trying out, so, win-win, right?
Except, of course, the main thing that they were angry at was the main reason Tsuna had to go into the aisle in the first place.
How can one person hate pineapples so much?
The blue-haired male had an evil aura surrounding him as he glared daggers at the fruit, his eyes narrowed to slits. Tsuna swore he could see fire in his eyes and a menacing grin towards the fruit.
Tsuna gulped down the lump in his throat, his palms sweating as he tried to gather the courage to get the fruit he needed. When he saw how much hatred the male was looking at the fruit with, he nearly wimped out - how he wanted to - but continued on.
He moved closer to the fruit in inches, trying to tell himself he would survive this. Looking at the pair, he noticed the male standing almost protectively in front of the female.
Why would you need protection from a pineapple?
The female of the group in question was continuously looking back and forth from the fruit on the stand to a handheld mirror, looking on in disbelief. She whispered with a soft breath to the male. "Is this... What we look like?"
"Of course not, dear Chrome." The man folded her into his arms, glaring at the fruit. "They just do not understand us. And if I must," he grinned devilishly. "I'll just destroy all who oppose us."
Tsuna froze at this, he really didn't want to die.
But he needed that pineapple.
Slapping a fake grin on his face, Tsuna gathered his wits and marched over to the fruit with mock confidence. Stopping in front of the stand, he gathered a few pineapples and marched away stiffly. He felt two pairs of eyes on his back, but kept marching toward the cashier to check out the fruit.
Almost there, almost there. Just keep walking, keep walking, keep- wait, shit, no no no no-
Tsuna was suddenly being dragged backward, back into the produce aisle.
He wanted to strangle that cashier.
At the end of it all, he went home.
Pineapple-less.
Tsuna never went back there for pineapples.
Ever.
Currently working on Fon, a combined chapter with Mammon/Viper and Fran, and I'm thinking of rewriting Hayato's chapter because I didn't like the way it turned out. Also, I got a plot bunny (at midnight) so I might be making another KHR story in the near future. Sorry for any typo's.
And there's been some conspiracy toward the beloved cashier and well...
I can't accept any idea's
... But I also can't deny any ;)
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