Yes, yes, it has been forever, no? All the teachers decided to make everything due on Friday, though, in addition to daily homework, and I've been so busy with school clubs and extracurricular activities and all that that I'm ready to slump over and DIE. Anyway, here's the update! Updates are also going to be a lot slower now.
Café Munio: Chapter 7
This was a nightmare. There were so many explosive people in one small place that something was bound to happen, and Tsuna watched in a paralyzed state as Bel's knives thudded into the decorated walls and Squalo cut a bouquet of flowers in half.
The shredded yellow chrysanthemums fluttered to the floor, landing noiselessly only to be stirred up again as Fran leapfrogged over the tables in an emotionless attempt to get away from the knife-waving prince.
"VOI, CALM DOWN AND STOP MOVING, YOU GODDAMN BRATS!" Squalo yelled.
Gokudera snarled as he stomped over to the counter. "Do you have an umbrella I can borrow? I'd rather walk home in a raging typhoon than deal with this idiot bunch!"
"Ah, well, it can't be that bad, can it, Gokudera?" Yamamoto asked reassuringly. Not that bad? Tsuna thought in dread. Bad is a huge understatement!
"You're crowding." The cold eyes of the demon glared at everyone as the said man pushed back his chair and stood up, tonfas flashing as they assumed a defensive position. "I'll bite you to death."
"H-Hibari-san!" Tsuna looked horrified. It hadn't even been ten minutes! At this rate, the shop would be demolished at… Tsuna did frantic mental calculation. It was 5:45 PM at the moment, so if one tenth of the shop was destroyed every twenty minutes, they'd only have shelter until 9:05 PM!
Tsuna shivered. He heavily doubted that he'd be able to break up any fight that happened in here, so his safest bet would be to find the most stable corner, curl up there, and not wake up until the typhoon was over.
Unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen. While Tsuna was figuring out the mental math, Fran was leapfrogging his way over the quaint round tables, humming an unconcerned tune as Bel's deadly sharp knives embedded themselves in his frog had and went whistling past his ear to hit whatever unfortunate object they were headed for.
"Bel-senpai, you missed," Fran pointed out monotonously. "You need to improve you aim, fake-prince senpai," he added, and winced as knives sailed towards him.
"Shut up, brat," Bel hissed, annoyed. "If you'd stop moving…!"
"Bel-senpai can't hit a moving target," Fran said in a bored tone. "What a good song idea. Be-l sen-pai! Can't hit a moving tar-get!" he sang, clapping his hands sarcastically. "Would you like an encore, fake prince-senpai?" he inquired.
Bel growled as he stepped on top of a table in one fluid motion and said menacingly, "Oh, that is it, brat!" He cocked his wrist as Fran increased his leapfrogging speed.
The knives missed Fran by less than a millimeter and shrieked past to tear through Tsuna's shirt, the momentum tugging him into a wall and pinning him there.
Tsuna blinked in shock as his back collided with the cold wall and his head jerked back, hitting that wall with a thunk. It's definitely going to bruise in the morning, Tsuna thought miserably.
Meanwhile, all the attention in the shop had been diverted to the now trapped Tsuna, and the brunette finally realized what a bad situation he was in. "Oh, no," he mumbled. "Help me…" he prayed to whichever god who might be listening, but no help came.
So Tsuna did the only thing that he could possibly do in this situation. He began to struggle.
It didn't help though, since the knives were embedded straight up to the hilt in he wall and Tsuna's now ripped shirt just had to be caught in the immeasurable space in which the blade connected to the hilt, which was also the place where the blade turned blunt.
Why was it blunt, anyway? Bel loved his knives—every part of the blade had to be wickedly sharp, didn't it?
But fate wanted to play a cruel joke on Tsuna, and so she let this particular batch of knives be the old ones that Bel had been meaning to throw away.
Tsuna was so engrossed in trying to get unstuck to the wall that he didn't notice the hungry gaze directed at him from across the room.
It belonged to the carnivore himself—said carnivore hadn't forgotten the incident involving the fallen menu yet.
After all, Tsuna did look sinfully (and accidentally) seductive at the moment.
Hibari took two steps and he was across the room in a second and behind the counter in another, as Tsuna's face adopted a terrified expression as the most dangerous person in the room came within a meter's distance from him.
He began to struggle even more and felt his heartbeat accelerate a little as one of the knives loosened and fell with a thunk onto the floor.
To Tsuna's immense surprise, Hibari bean to help him pick out the knives as well. Once all the knives were plucked out and Tsuna was free of restraint, he sighed and said gratefully, "Thank you, Hibari-san!"
But Tsuna's joy was not to last. (It never was.)
Once all the knives were gone, Hibari crushed them and dropped them with little clinks onto the counter.
"Ah, I-I'll go now," Tsuna said nervously as he edged towards the door leading to the back room.
In a flash, a tonfa was near his neck and near enough that it pressed gently against his throat. The pressure wasn't enough to cut off his breathing, but enough to restrict any forwards movement.
"S-so, do you w-want me to stay, H-Hibari-san?" Tsuna gulped, before finding himself pinned to the wall with his arms above his head for the second time in a minute.
The neatly combed black hair of the ex-Disciplinary Committee leader brushed against Tsuna's forehead as their foreheads touched and Tsuna found himself gazing straight at a pair of ice blue eyes.
There wasn't a chance that he'd be able to overpower the domineering man, and Tsuna was certain that even if he managed to escape, he'd always be caught in the end. And there would be punishment to deal with.
It was just safer and less threatening to Tsuna's health if he didn't resist.
Tsuna subconsciously noticed a violently making out Fran and Belphegor over one of the tables in the background. The key word being violently.
Hibari's mouth was moving down to Tsuna's neck as Tsuna began to panic internally when the back door opened, and Tsuna saw a black and orange fedora out of the corner of his eye.
The smooth steps paused as the man took in the situation in the café and when his eyes landed on the pinned Tsuna, he walked over and said coldly, "I'd appreciate it if you do not… ahem… sexually harass our café workers, or we'll be forced to kick you out."
Hibari paused and Tsuna mentally sighed in relief. He wasn't ready for this, dammit!
"I see," Hibari said slowly, and Tsuna stopped breathing for a moment when he recognized the ex-prefect's dangerous tone. "And how will you kick me out, exactly?"
He had a point.
But Reborn was prepared as he held up a small yellow bird, perched in a cage. "With this," he answered. "Your bird—Hibird, was it?—is being held hostage."
Tsuna swore he could see Hibari's eyes widen for the smallest fraction before thinning into slits. He let go of the brunette's wrists, as the blood came rushing back into Tsuna's arms.
"Very well." And the ex-prefect stalked away.
"Right, Tsuna," Reborn said, the look in his eyes promising painful, never-ending torture, "Let's have a chat in the back room, shall we?"